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Keith knows his nerves must be leeching off him, because the rest of the team is overcompensating. There’s an abundance of chatting and banter, way more than usual, enough that Keith can recognise the oddity even though he’s been gone for two years. It might just be everyone’s relief after finally getting to sit down and be calm after rushing to foil Haggar’s weirdo clone plan, but Keith’s pretty sure his team has noticed his strangeness, and is trying to make him comfortable again. The thought makes him smile despite his anxiety. He’s missed them.
He’s snapped out of his thoughts by Pidge pointedly clearing her throat and using her spork to point at Krolia, who’s been about as anxious as Keith (only for her that manifests as looking like she wants to kill small cute things).
“Are you finally going to tell us who Tall Dark and Gorgeous is?” she asks, because she is the least subtle and nosiest person in the galaxy and Keith honestly should have expected it. His face flames, and his mother raises an eyebrow, while the rest of the team snickers.
Shiro tries his best to appear a little more adult. “If you wouldn’t mind introducing us, Keith.” He smiles kindly at Krolia. “You were amazing out on the field, we were really grateful to have you. Sorry for not getting us all introduced earlier.”
Krolia nods at him, smiling in an awkwardly reassuring way. “Of course, Black Paladin. There were bigger things to focus on handling.”
She returns to her food too after speaking, clearly done her piece.
Keith grimaces. He was hoping she’d introduce herself, but it looks like he’s going to have to. Fuck. (He’s not sure why he’s so opposed to it. It’s nerve-wracking, though, introducing his actual mother to his family. To his brother, his almost-father.)
“Um, Krolia, this is my family.” He points to them all and names them, rolling his eyes fondly at Lance’s wink and finger guns. He even introduces Lotor, even though he still maintains that they are not friends and Prince Hairdo has a lot of making up to do. “Everyone, this is Krolia.” He looks directly at his brother, taking strength in the man’s encouraging expression and addressing him directly. “She’s my mother.”
The entire table goes dead silent. Small conversations abruptly halt, the sounds of eating cease, silverware freezes where it was scraping on bowls. Complete and total silence.
Shiro’s face goes from encouraging and open to shocked to shuttered, jaw set and eyes narrowed.
Keith’s anxiety skyrockets. He sees his mother tense from across the table, and feels Lance go rigid beside him.
This is worse than what he expected.
“Your mother?” Shiro clarifies, words careful and controlled. He’s the first to return to movement, scooping goo into his spork almost robotically.
“Yes,” Keith says hesitantly. He doesn’t understand his brother’s reaction. He had expected some hesitance from Hunk, who is wary of newcomers, and maybe some understandable discomfort from Allura, but not…
Not Shiro. Not Shiro who is great in a crisis, who is the king of diplomacy, who has always supported Keith.
The rest of the team slowly follows Shiro’s example, returning to their meals, but there’s no more jovial conversation. All eyes are avoiding the brothers, but ears are open, movements slow and quiet so as to not miss a word.
“Hm. Interesting.” Shiro takes a bite of the goo, slowly chewing and swallowing, looking forward like he’s really contemplating. Keith watches every move carefully. “Where’d you find her?”
His tone is almost pleasant, conversational, but there’s something off and plastic about it. Forced. Like he’s talking about a volatile creature Keith has dragged home that he’s trying to be cool about, not the parent Keith has been searching for his whole life.
Keith glances surreptitiously at his mother, but she only shrugs at him. “On the space whale. Well, at the Blades, technically. She was assigned the mission with me and we both got stranded.”
Shiro makes another hum of acknowledgement, nodding to himself. He pokes aggressively at the bowl of green gelatine. “That’s wild. I would have guessed you’d have found her in a jail cell for tax evasion or something, since she seems to be the type to avoid responsibility.”
Keith blinks in shock. Two seats down, Hunk chokes on his water, and Coran thumps his back to help. Every other jaw is dropped in shock, heads swivelling from Shiro to Keith, at a total loss.
“What the fuck are you talking about,” Keith says harshly. He glances at his mother, who quickly hides the hurt on her face with a carefully practiced mask of indifference.
“Oh, nothing,” Shiro says, distractedly pushing around his goo. He sounds blasé, unbothered, but Keith recognises this tone of his, as rare as it is to hear it — the passive aggressiveness, the snooty way he speaks when he’s too furious to even yell, and just wants to make everyone around him feel stupid. “I just figured the person who abandoned her infant son without so much as a note is someone of the more irresponsible and immature variety. That’s all.”
Lance, who has never been capable of handling tenseness, stands abruptly and starts gathering the bowls and utensils of everyone at the table, regardless of whether they’re finished. Keith watches distantly as he quiets Pidge’s whining, firmly telling her to get up and bring it with her if she needs.
“She’s my mother,” Keith says through grit teeth. He pulls his gaze away from the red paladin, glaring at his brother. “I thought you’d be happy for me.”
Shiro finally looks up from his stupid goo, baring his teeth in a poor imitation of a smile.
“Thrilled,” he drawls.
Quietly, Krolia stands, pushing in her chair and following the rest of the team to the door. In the back of his mind, Keith wonders if it would be better for her to stay, but dismisses it just as quickly. Better for her not to hear whatever Shiro’s problem is. She walks out the door without so much as a glance backwards, and Shiro’s gaze follows her out with a sneer. Lance shoves the rest of the reluctant team out of the kitchen doors, then glances back one more time, brown eyes big and reassuring, smiling sadly before closing the doors quietly behind him.
When Keith finally returns his gaze to his brother, his eyes are wet and there’s a lump in his throat. Hurt swarms his chest as much as anger.
“You’re being a dick,” he says. His voice cracks several times as he says it.
“Oh, well, fuck me, then,” Shiro says, violently pushing his chair away from the table and stomping to his feet, grabbing his bowl with his prosthetic so tightly it cracks. He barely even glances at it, fisting the pieces and storming over to the kitchen to toss them. “Here, let me pretend.” He turns back to face Keith and forces a smile on his face, mockingly sincere. He reaches over and yanks Keith bowl away, with his flesh hand this time, and all but tosses into the sink.
There are small smears of blood on it, from the shards of porcelain that dug into Shiro’s flesh hand. Keith’s own hands shake. He scoops his and Shiro’s sporks into his hands, squeezing them tightly, and walks carefully to the sink. He resists the urge to fling them right at Shiro’s head, instead forcing himself to set them gently among the rest of the dirty dishes and standing next to his brother to rinse what he washes. He says nothing as Shiro roughly scrubs the goo pot — they’ve discovered it tastes sort of better hot, so they take the time to cook it — and practically slams it into Keith’s sink.
“Could you tell me what your fucking problem is,” he grits out. He can no longer stop his tears and they drip down his face, down his nose, over his lips, down his chin and disappearing into the dishwater. Every time he swallows, it’s bitter with salt.
“Sure,” Shiro snaps. “I have a couple questions first.”
Frankly, Keith wants to tell him right where he can shove those questions, but he wants this to be resolved more than he wants to be angry.
“Fine.”
“Great,” Shiro says with a relish, and Keith regrets it immediately. “She recognise you the second she saw you?”
Keith swallows. He has to try three times to speak, to force his voice above a whisper. “No.”
“Huh. How long’d it take her to realise?”
Keith hands shake so bad he has to set down a cup lest he drop and break it. He doesn’t want to answer. “Some time.”
“Crazy. Bet she told you she’d been looking for you, huh?”
“Stop,” Keith whispers, choking on a sob, but Shiro plows right on.
“Told you that finding you was all she ever wanted? That she’s so glad she can finally see you again?”
“Stop.”
“That you’ve turned into a fine young man she’s proud of?”
“Shut up!” Keith shouts, and the words hurt on their way out of his mouth, shoved past the giant lump in his throat. He gasps for air and can barely find it, lungs heaving, hurting everywhere, heart feeling like he’s being squeezed. He can no more stop his sobs now than he could stop a star from imploding, and they tear out of him, leaving him aching and shuddering and shaking. “Stop. Stop. I don’t know why you —”
“I’ll tell you why,” Shiro snaps, dropping the last dirty dish and gripping the sides of the steel sink so hard it warps under his prosthetic. “You remember when you showed me those pictures of your dad and his crew? When you were thirteen?”
Keith nods, sniffling, wiping his eyes with wet hands. He hears metal creak, hears hands being dried on a dishtowel, and a long, heavy sigh.
“I picked him out immediately, kid,” Shiro says quietly. Some of the overt cruelty has faded from his voice. He just sounds tired, now; bitter. “You didn’t need to point him out to me. I barely even needed to look at it. I knew who your father was immediately.”
Keith sets the last dish on a drying rack and takes a step back, leaning away from Shiro and pointedly looking away. “So?”
“So — ”and Shiro’s voice sounds almost gentle, now, apologetic, although to Keith or for Keith he’s not sure — “you look just like your Pa, Keith. You are his spitting image. The only difference is your eyes, and your height.” He glances at Keith and then snorts softly. “Well, not the height anymore.”
Keith doesn’t smile back anymore. He hears what Shiro is saying and he hates it, hates him a little for bringing it up.
“She had no reason to expect it was me,” Keith argues.
“And no reason not to recognise you if she was really looking,” Shiro retorts. “If she was exactly what she said she was, she’d recognise you.”
Keith scowls at him. His eyes still burn with tears. “I was wearing my Blade uniform. And she hadn’t seen me since I was a baby.”
Shiro’s face has started to return to the anger it held before, the frustration. “That’s the fucking point!” he shouts. “She left you! Without so much as a goodbye, or even a note! Just a cryptic knife that did nothing but confuse you!”
“There was a war to fight!”
“And she had a kid to raise!”
“What was she supposed to do about Blue, huh?” Keith demands, pushing off the counter and throwing his hands up. “Let Zarkon find her? She had to protect the universe!”
“She had to protect her fucking kid.”
“One kid is not worth more than the entire universe!”
“You are!”
Keith freezes. Shiro barely notices, face twisted in rage so badly that he’s barely even looking at Keith, fists clenched hard enough to creak, fury radiating off of him.
“What?” Keith asks in a small voice, but Shiro plows on.
“You’re her fucking kid. You come first. You come before any other kid, you come before her mission, you come before the fucking universe. That’s how having a kid works. They’re the priority. And anyone who leaves their family behind like that is unforgivably despicable.”
The truth comes crashing down at Keith all at once. He looks at his brother with wide eyes, unclouded with his own hurt, and sees for the first time all the pure hate and rage and pain — not directed at Krolia, not even a little, but sharpened to a point and shoved back into himself.
Anyone who leaves their family behind is unforgivably despicable.
The words ring through the room. Keith hears them repeat a thousand time in three seconds. A million different memories whirl through him at once, all tinged with a pain and a border of abandonment; memories he hasn’t let himself touch since he got to space.
“I don’t blame you for Kerberos,” Keith says quietly. He waits a beat. “I never have.”
Shiro says nothing. His expression is frozen, body unmoving, but his dark black eyes — the eyes that chose him first, that followed him with pride, that were the first to look at him softly when his heritage came out and everything went to shit, that he used to cry and sob and beg to have so that Shiro could be his brother in more than name — are wrought with pain. His face does not crumple, but his eyes are like shattered volcanic glass, and slowly they fill with water, and a drop escapes the corner of his almond eye, dripping slowly down his cheek.
“How can you ever forgive her?” he asks, near silent, voice rough as sandpaper and twice as painful.
How can you ever forgive me?
Keith chokes back his tears and meets his brother’s eyes head-on, determined and steady and loving as Shiro always has been when Keith was the one shattering.
“Easily.”
Shiro swallows. It’s loud, deafening in the silence of the room. The sound of it, the knowledge that Shiro is pushing his pain down but it’s coming up anyway, makes Keith’s chin tremble.
“I don’t deserve easy.”
“You deserve whatever I want to give you.”
Finally Shiro breaks, and sobs. And sobs and sobs and sobs. His cries seem the yank the life out of him, drain himself of energy; his knees hit the floor with a crack and he crumples at Keith’s feet.
“Forgive me,” he begs, like he knows he doesn’t deserve it.
Keith gently kneels next to him and reaches out, almost afraid to touch. “I already did.” He reaches out finally and holds his brother, his big brother who was stronger than his body and bigger than his dream and catapulted Keith up to the stars with him, and holds him together as he cries.
“I forgave you before you even left,” Keith whispers, when Shiro’s sobs don’t sound so painful. He squeezes tighter, because he’s almost worried that he needs to keep Shiro all together. “So did Adam.”
The mention of Shiro’s…whatever Adam is to him makes him cry harder, but Keith pushes on, sure that he needs to know.
“The day you went missing, he broke into your apartment. Went looking for the rings. He never took it off after. Never stopped looking for you, either. He forgave you, too.”
Shiro cries something, too warbled to make out, but Keith can make a pretty good guess as to what it was.
“You do deserve it,” he says firmly. “You are not a monster. You are not undeserving of our love, Shiro, of any of our love. We have always loved you as you are. Don’t rob of us the chance.”
“I don’t actually hate your mother,” Shiro whispers.
Keith laughs wetly. “I got that one, dumbass. Use your words next time.”
Shiro smiles slightly, wisely not agreeing. They both know he won’t. They both know this will probably happen to him again, and probably Keith, too — they may not be blood brothers, but they’ve always been alike anyway. Neither has ever been good at expressing themselves, at letting themselves be vulnerable.
But Keith holds his brother tighter, and thinks of their family who loves them with all their shit, despite it and because it, and thinks that they’ll make it through anyway.
#in this universe lotor is good and shiro is not a clone etc etc#vld#voltron#keith#keith kogane#shiro#takashi shirogane#broganes#keith & shiro#shiro & keith#shiro angst#keith angst#vld s7#klance#like barely. but still#also i managed to sneak it in lol#brown-eyed lance#hurt/comfort#my writing#fic#longpost
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46. For everyone
46. the person they most admire
this question is so fucking hard, but i mean that in the best possible way. this team clearly has so much affection for one another, but admiration is a specific word and hard to work with, in a way. no lie, my process was staring at my phone, typing something out without thinking, and then realizing what the answer is
shiro: hunk. as team leader, he makes it his responsibility to look after the team’s mental health and let them use him like a therapist. once he makes that known, hunk is very open about how anxious and scared he is, how he’s kinda always been like that. hunk wasn’t studying to be a pilot, doesn’t have anyone in his family who are pilots. he’s young, and he has no idea what he’s doing! he wants to go home!! but he keeps going, not because there’s no other choice, but because he wants to help people more than he wants to see earth. for shiro, who only survived the pits because it was either kill or die, hunk is endlessly inspiring.
keith: shiro. not a lot of explanation is needed here, it’s the obvious answer. while the garrison trio also look up to shiro as a teacher and pilot, keith looks up to shiro for everything. without shiro, keith would be in some juvy on earth instead of getting to save the world. keith owes everything to his brother, who won’t give up on him, no matter how many times it takes.
pidge: lance. she spent the first months knowing him trying desperately to push him away, because it hurt to look at him. he’s just like matt, and she doesn’t wanna just replace him even if it is nice to have someone who shares his jacket and ruffles her hair and cleans her glasses without her asking. but when she spat vitriol at him, he retorted with something just as piercing, not letting her get away with it. and he stayed. despite the war, despite her, he’s still here, blowing raspberries at her and wading through fountains to collect change. so when their barbs got more and more affectionate, she wanted to be mad at how he wormed his way into her heart. but she’s not replacing her big brother, she’s gaining another.
lance: keith. the infamous rivalry was born from admiration, after all, even if he didn’t know it. he was hoping one day he’d be the better pilot, the better paladin, but once he actually was keith’s equal, he found he actually liked it. them butting heads worked in a way nothing else did. it wasn’t hunk’s hugs or pidge’s snark or coran’s stories, it was difficult. there’s pushing and shoving and hair pulling and wet willies and it’s so fun. in a nearly empty castle with only six others, you get bored. having someone who doesn’t look down on you as a person while wrestling over the remote is really nice. not to mention, keith isn’t nearly as perfect and lance thought. to learn that someone he put on a pedestal has flaws and weaknesses that lance compliments? kind of life changing, to say the least.
hunk: pidge. she’s so little and he’s so big but she keeps up with him easily, and sometimes he’s the one who has to keep up. absolutely nothing stops her once she puts her mind to it, and has a way of thinking through things that just eliminates any possibility of anxiety. if there’s a pidge, there’s a way. there are also times, though, when she’s sad or scared or small, but trusts him to not hurt her, despite him being big. she knows he won’t judge her for not understanding a formula, or needing help with a line of code, or crying on his shoulder when she misses her family. he realizes, one quiet night, that she trusts him not despite his size but because of it. she finds comfort in big brothers.
allura: coran. she turns to him for anything and everything, gives orders and trusts he’ll follow them, and he’s the only parent she has left. she knows that he’s suffering just as much as her, but he doesn’t let it stop him the way it stops her sometimes. when it stops her, he’s the only one who can get her going again. she doesn’t know how he does it. and she offers to help, she’s not stupid, she knows he’s keeping the hard parts to himself while also helping her, and she says it’s not fair. she wants to help him too, what can she do to help? but he just brushes the hair away from her face, kisses her forehead, and tells her all he wants is for her to get a full night’s rest. and… she can’t say no to that. when they’re in her bed and he’s serenely narrating his way through a story of his past, she can curl up to his side, close her eyes, and know that no matter what, he’s the constant in her life.
coran: allura. she used to be so happy, and she’s so young, and so hurt, and so tired. but despite it all, or maybe because of it all, she works so hard to fight a man who betrayed them so harshly. if anyone deserves to shirk the responsibility of voltron and live out their days on a peaceful remote planet, it’s the two of them. but she refuses to give up, so neither does he. he does all he can, despite the weariness in his bones, to help her. he’ll polish her helmet visor, braid her hair, wipe away her tears. he’ll polish the ship’s controls, groom his mustache, wipe away his own tears. he’ll do it all, so she doesn’t have to. and when they find out that they weren’t the only alteans left, when they found a new altea, she doesn’t want anyone else officiating her coronation, and he doesn’t want anyone else as queen. they both cry during the ceremony, and he hugs his daughter, holding her close.
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Well I went ahead and wrote something :0 it's just fluff tho tbh, only implied stuffing and fat play / pet play :p oh, also minor tw for one mention of blood and a few mentions of mental health. Well, I hope ppl like it
Fireflies danced in the night, seeming to leave trails of light through the night sky to the tired eyes of the white wolf sitting crouched on the edge of the garden patio. Their waltz interrupted by a puff of smoke from the canines lit cigarette. She had been there for a while and knew her partner would soon get anxious; they had a lot of troubles with being left alone, usually following her like a shadow. Recently, though, that had become more difficult, she was used to watching them chase the bugs and watch in awe of the lights when she went out at night for a smoke break. Though that was then, and this is now.
Deciding she had taken long enough her clawed paw dutifully snubbed out her cigarette in the nearby ashtray. It was important to her to make sure the forest she lived in was healthy and clean, part.of that meant making sure there was no litter anywhere. Thpugh the wolf hadn't lived anywhere near the wilderness before she found the small cottage deeply comfortable, almost as though she had always wanted a quiet life like this, no maybe that this is what she needed; maybe she never knew.
Taking one last look out into the forest her mind drifted to memories of her old life, before everything has changed so suddenly, before she had changed. Feeling a sharp pain in her temple the wolf gently dabbed at her scalp, finding some fresh blood on her digits; her horn was trying to come in again, and she'd need her partner to help clip it down. She hated what it represented and hid the small nub at all costs. With a click the door to the cabin closed behind her, a dimly lit walkway leading past a bedroom and a warm kitchen to a cozy den where her partner was resting. The wolf scoffed, she could hear their snoring from here; perhaps she has been overly worried about them?
"Loki, are you awake?" Walking into the room she sat quietly next to her partner, a massively obese fox with pristine white fluff. Her paw resting on the Continental shelf of their hanging gut and putting it gently. "Are you wake, Loki?" She knew they weren't, and she knew she would have to wake them if she wanted to chat. Shifting on the couch the wolf sat hung her legs off the armrests and sat her head on the fox's tummy. *Mhh.. mmmhh.." Loki shiftem in their sleep, seemingly too deep in the throws of a nap to notice their companion. "I love you Loki."
"I love you too, Shiro.." the wolf chuckled and looked over to them, curious if they were awake or just mumbling. Glancing over she met their gaze, the fox's bright green eyes giving her a loving look as they lazily grinned. "Good to know, fatass.." Shiro gave their love handles a gentle squeeze as she said this, teasing the bloated beast about their weight gain was one of her favorite pass times; it was certainly a good thing they loved the routine as much as she did. "Mhhrr.. I know you just sat down, but could you get me a snack?" Of course their mind was already onto food, even only moments after waking. "Oh, is my poor fox's tummy empty?" The wolf cooed as she pinched their cheek. The fox blushing and whining as the top of their tail wagged eagerly; "yeah.." Before hopping up Shiro gave their tummy an affectionate kiss, taking in just how much they'd changed since she met the fox.
Where were once thin, trained limbs from a life on their own, the fox now sported massive wings of lard; fluff hanging down several inches from their bicep and squishing against the thick padding of their chest. Her favorite seat say below, the wolf loved to sit atop her partners gut as she fed them, getting to see their smile up close as they would down pounds of food in minutes. It spilled.forward from their torso and demanded space, it's thick layer of fluff making such a massive belly appear more as a large snowdrift attached to a fox. "Well, turn on the TV then while I'm gone." Loki dutifully complied as the wolf wandered off towards the kitchen.
She really loved the house they lived in, though she couldn't remember how they got it. The wolf thought to herself as she eyed the old tan wallpaper in the hallway. Everything after her change had been such a blur for so many months; she could only remember fragments of that time, nights spent seeing shapes outside, irrational fits of anger.. she remembered wondering if Loki would turn on her. The fox had, however, stayed loyal to her through everything. The only other piece Shiro could remember was their eyes watching her as they waited with her, content to face any challenge by her side. But that was then, and this is now, she thought.
Shiro knew Loki's favorite foods, she also knew they loved salty food after a nap. Checking the cupboard she keeps their 'treats' in the wolf picked out a family size bag of chips. Hmm, Loki would surely be thirsty after a snack, she considered her options and opted to collect a gallon of heavy creame for the fox. On the way out Shiro's greedy to see her fox stuff themself won put, and she made sure to grab another bag of snacks mix to accompany the chips. On the way back to the den, sounds from the TV drifted through the thin walls; Loki had chosen to put on a streamer for them to watch they remembered Shiro liked. She had never cared about video games before, but the fox fell so in love with them after they started living together she couldn't help but grow a soft spot. It filled the wolf with a strange sadness that they couldn't play as well as the fox, the change had left her weak and uncoordinated, her paws far too clumsy to work a controller. Loki had, of course, tried to teach her but it never stuck beyond her love of their old.copy of guitar hero. "Welcome back, Shiro!"
Settling back in next to the fox she sat the treats down on the floor next to her, sire to set them *out* of the fox's reach. She enjoyed teasing them as they ate, making sure she controlled how much they ate. "Oof… ok, which do you want first?" Leaning over the wolf gabe her fox a loving kiss on the cheek, though their eyes were focused on the bags beneath the wall of their obesity. Perhaps of they were so large they'd be able.to.reach without getting up, but as is their tummy has become an increasingly large factor in their dwindling mobility. They both knew the fox might end up immobile, but the thought excited the both of them.. "mhh.. I want.. the chips!" She loved to see the happy smile painted on her partners snout, a cleansing joy that felt like it shined through any darkness.
"Open wide!" Tearing open the bag of chips the wolf daintily fed the waiting fox a single chip, chuckling at how eagerly they snapped it up. "Mhh.. you gotta give me more than one at a time, Shiroo!" The look on their face told the wolf they were teasing, but she also knew they'd probably did want much more than one at a time. "Hmm, maybe if you're a good fox I'll give you the bag this time?" A bright red blush began to draw across the foxs fat muzzle as they began to huff impatiently; "I *am* a good fox!" Their chubby paws reaching for the bag before the wolf tauntingly pulled it from their reach, holding it just far enough that they were left with no hope of getting the chips without Shiro's help. "But you need to *show* me that you're a good fox!"
Lokis face was scrunched into a pout as they seemed to consider their options, the wolf wondered if they were brainstorming ideas or thinking of trying to get up and get their own food. "Will I be a good fox if I finish an extra jug of cream?" This time it was Shiro who blushed, excited that Loki was playing along with her game and offering exactly what she wanted. "Of course, sweetheart!" Gently rubbing the palatial expanse of the fox's gut as she leaned her head against their soft hide; Shiro loved the little grumbles her fox's gut would make when they were digesting a meal. "A good fox always tries to fit more than last time~" using the foxs gut as a table Shiro left them with the chips as she went to go retrieve another jug of cream. Knowing she would likely find them with an empty bag when she got back she made an mental note to grab another bag.
Walking down the hallway the wolf stopped, still close enough to hear the fox's fervent gluttony over the idle chatter of the TV; it was worth it to consider where one was in life, and as she contemplated the loss of her old life, the wolf felt no remorse. That was then, and this is now.
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Like I have previously stated- I am a minor/teenager. Meaning no explicate NSFW(which I will get more into in the do's and don'ts), but as a teenager- I have teenager dirty sense of humor- so don't expect me to be a saint.'
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Who i'm writing for:
Mephisto, Amaimon, Rin, Yukio, Shura, Shiemi, Shiro, and more in the future
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DO'S 'AN DON'TS:
I write:
Character x reader/yn/Mc/self-insert
I write fluff
I write crack
I will do a little bit of angst, it depends (I will go into more details in DON'TS)
I will do small scenarios.
I will write reader as gender neutral, unless the gender/pronouns effect the example. (Transgender reader, or just shit when pronouns/gender involves stuff like periods or maybe if you ask)
I can write flirting and stuff, NSFW does not mean it all has to be fluff- as I can write innuendo if it is specific to the person/character I am writing or like a prompt where someone makes a dirty joke and a character reacts (but that will most likely be in a crack fic kinda situation) and maybe implied NSFW.
I write a bit of comfort, like for panic attacks or when people have sensory problems (I can understand sensory overload sucks ass)
I write gay stuff- but that would happen when gender/pronouns are used beyond they/them. To learn more about that take a look back at 6#
This connects to 9# but I also just write LGBTQIA+ fics generally.
This relates back to 4# but I do write for self-harm, depression, and suicide. (But if you are ever experiencing any of this, I do encourage you to seek help if you can or have it available, you're not alone❤️)
I write for gory, dangerous, or violent things
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I don't write:
Character x Character, I'm not a shipping person, if you like it cool- it's not for me.
Incest
I won't write about something if I am not properly educated on it, so I might respond to the request telling them that they will half wait till I feel comfortable with my level of knowledge on the topic.
Religious stuff, it just makes me uncomfortable, and I'm don't feel educated on it enough and I don't feel like researching it.
NSFW stuff like smut, or explicit depictions of nudity.
Pedophilia
Rape/s-a
Despite the fact I write for LGBTQIA+, i do not really write coming out fics as I am personally still closeted and it makes me feel anxious thinking about it
I don't do break up angst fics
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DO NOT INTERACT IF:
If you are a LGBTQIA+phobic
RAISISTs
Pro-life
MAPS/pedophiles
Turfs
If you are an actual child (younger than 12) please stay away
A pro-shipper
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Some stuff about interaction with me:
You don't need to request a writing to interact with the blog, i can talk about the fandoms am into, in which I will include a list of my interests. Or just any general back and forth general conversation- though I have a hard time with social ques over the internet so warning ahead of time.
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Extra stuff about my writing:
their is a 3 character limit
I am going to do an alphabet- a sfw alphabet, and crack alphabet.
Also requested writings will be more detailed then the ones I put out randomly, though alphabets are kinda the exception
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What fandoms I am into:
My current main obsession: Blue Exorcist, Gorillaz
Gorillaz
Tmnt
Danganronpa
Undertale
Blue Exorcist
Pokemon
FNAF
Spooky month
DC(mainly Harley Quinn and her crew)
Naruto
Demon slayer
Rick and Morty
One piece(don't ask me where I am in the anime I don't remember)
Sonic
Romance Killer
Soul eater
Steven Universe
Junji Ito
Vox machina
Thats all for now.
JJBA
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My blog with all the links to the rest of my blogs are here:
Main blog
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Inbox: 0/8
Masterlist list:
Masterlist 1#
Thats it for now, Bye!
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Familial Adam&Keith primarily. Also background familial Shiro&Keith and established Adam/Shiro. Adjacent to the story but non canonical.
The bond between Adam and Keith was always bound to be different, after all Shiro was much more the excessively overprotective older sibling type. His relationship with Keith was a lot calmer meaning that sometimes he was the better choice for Keith to go when he needed advice.
They both knew this was the case after the time Keith came out to them both and whilst Adam spoke about how proud he was of him feeling comfortable enough to tell them, Shiro got all teary eyed and spoke about throwing a party.
Down the line this did lead to it becoming somewhat of a joke whenever Keith didn't want to tell Shiro something. Keith's first ever date night meant Adam had to calm down an anxious Shiro and keep him grounded until Keith returned in one piece. So it quickly became a running joke of "Don't tell Shiro."
He wasn't quite sure what had sparked them betting but now in their long running list of things we don't tell Shiro was Keith talking to Shiro about The Birds and The Bees. Them both betting on how poorly Shiro would handle that conversation or whether he'd just give up entirely. Keith adding to the bet that he'd just play dumb.
The day came around and Keith had asked Shiro what his teacher had meant when they brought up "some birds and bees having a talk or something?"
As Shiro realised what that meant he sat there a bit stunned at first wondering if this was his job or if he could just get Adam to have this talk instead. But Keith had came to him so clearly that meant something.
Getting through what everything meant was painful with Shiro trying to figure out if birds were male or female and what it meant for bees who used to be birds or birds who don't feel like they're either or- It was a long spiral before Shiro decided to just scrap using the analogy all together. By the time they did finish the talk Keith wasn't sure who came out of that talk more emotionally drained.
Safe to say the new rule was to not make bets based on their Don't Tell Shiro list ever again.
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38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?
Last one! (At least for now?)
Hm.
Well, here’s a fic-only thing: When I write dialogue, I try as hard as I can to picture the character’s actual voice saying the lines in my head? And to do that, I tend to play a line of dialogue from the show, or part of one, in my head, just to get the vibes right. And I tend to default to a specific segment of dialogue for each character.
Like, for Lance, if it’s a lighthearted scene, I hear “We’re gonna grab Pidge, hit the town, loosen up, meet some nice girls...” from the scene where he was sneaking out with Hunk in the pilot. In a more serious scene, it’s “I-I don’t know. Shiro, you’re the senior officer here. What should we do?” from the scene where Blue makes the first wormhole and they’re debating whether to fly in.
For Keith, lighthearted bickering is “Say whatever you’ve gotta say to make yourself feel better. After getting us stuck on the other side of a wormhole!” Pretty much every time he gets annoyed at Lance and says “No,” is from the scene where he’s fighting Zarkon. Lot of screams and grunts from various fights, tbh. “I know who I am” when he’s giving up his knife tends to pop up during softer scenes.
Hunk, hilariously, gets “A tuber?” a lot. -laughs- For some reason. Also “Orb! ORB!” for tense moments.
“Stow it, cadets!” is a favorite for Shiro. “You can do this,” for softer dialogue.
Ryan Akagi from Infinity Train gets, “Oh, yeah,” and a lot of the “Min??? Min-Gi???” from when he got his foot stuck in the goo for anxious scenes.
Min-Gi Park... You know when Ryan shows him the flyer for the Battle of the Bands and he’s like “Are you ready for battle?” and Min’s like “WHAT. Maybe??? Why?” and his voice gets all high-pitched? Yeah, that’s the best for writing him having a gay crisis. (also “WE’RE STILL ON THE TRAIN?” This man is a bundle of nerves.)
The inability to do this with my own original writing is part of what makes it harder than fic. (This also makes it harder to write fic for series that aren’t in my native language. It’s harder for me to record a sound in my mental library if I don’t remember the dialogue, and it’s hard to remember the dialogue when I don’t speak the language it’s in.)
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The part where they try not to freak out: ‘When the Dust Clears’ pt. 2
tw: minor mentions on gore. this is very tame and not graphic at all, mostly just Lance hurt/comfort and Pidge being a smart ass.
The onset of another quake spurs the three trapped paladins into action. Well...? Really only Pidge. But without much from the barren ruins to go off of, she’s finding it difficult to macgyver her way out of this one. The water level is rising and the longer Lance goes without medical care, the more anxious Shiro is getting. Everyone’s resolves are dwindling with the threat of another quake that can occur at any moment hanging over their heads. How the hell are they going to get out of this alive? Good question.
This update was kinda short but stay tuned for the wrap up of this fic. It gets very harrowing and I’m not nearly done hurting Lance ;)))
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Shiro took his arm off Lance once the only thing still shaking was him.
The quake came on so fast that there wasn’t time to do much in the way of preparation, not that there was much to do anyway. But Lance was the only one missing a helmet so Shiro settled for gruffly pulling his injured teammate down next to him, shoving his head in the crook of his arm, and covering the top of it with his very human hand in an effort to protect him from any falling debris.
But the rumbling stopped before it moved anything significant. And when he finally shifted to inspect the damage, the pebble sized bits that he’d saved them from fell off easily.
Lance let out a few timid coughs against the dust that was stirred up, not having the energy to roll onto his back and shield his nose from the irritating particulates with how horribly his head was hurting. But the act of coughing and what it angered hurt his scrambled brain worse than the actual head injury.
“I don’t know if that’s the last of it, but I think it’s dying down now,” Pidge noted as she began pulling herself up from where she’d scrambled for cover.
“How do we know if that’s the last of the big quakes and these are just aftershocks?” Shiro asked, his face pinched with worry he wasn’t even bothering to hid anymore.
“We don’t. But I think we have bigger issues for the time being....” her gaze was glued on the bit of water dribbling from underneath a stone in front of her.
“Mmmmh—ugh,” Lance groaned. Words were hard to summon. His mouth was so dry he thought he might asphyxiate on his own ragged breathing if he didn’t clear his throat several times before trying again.
“D’it stop for you guys?” he inquired sluggishly, his voice hoarse and trembling.
“Yes...” Shiro noted slowly, his mind working over too many things at once to compute what that statement might have meant for a moment.
“Did it not for you?”
“Nope,” Lance strained through a shudder, his body shaking like he was cold despite the regulation of his paladin armor. His heavily battered paladin armor.
“Everything’s spinning now actually... the tilt-a-whirl kind...”
Lance’s eyes hadn’t stayed open long even after the dust had cleared. His hands weren’t working right to brush the gunk out and he’d be dizzy either way so he didn’t fuss about it.
“Do you want to try sitting up, maybe that’ll help?”
But they had gotten so heavy. And now that Shiro was looking at him he noticed he could hardly even blink without effort.
“Nah, s’okay... gonna sleep for a bit—“
A rough hand on his shoulder had Lance jerking abruptly, fear twisting his stomach in knots similar to the one throbbing on the side of his head at the thought that another quake had started before Shiro cut through his panic with a serious ‘hey’.
His leader voice was back.
“I was phrasing it as a question out of sympathy. You’re still not allowed to sleep and it’s not a choice, it’s an order.”
“Such a... buzz kill sometimes... know that, right?”
“Yep, wouldn’t have it any other way if it meant you actually listen to me when I give suggestions.”
“This is not... a suggestion... s’bullying...”
“Come on,” Shiro huffed in exasperation as he worked his arm out from under Lance who grumbled at the loss when that meant his aching head was now completely horizontal.
He wasn’t even sure he was still on solid ground with how aggressively dizzy he became after that, the rock floor beneath him shifting like it was melting and he was falling. Except he was well aware that he wasn’t.
“Up you go... thanks Pidge.”
The vertigo only worsened when a strong hand was pushing at his back while another tinier one tugged at his limp arm, their combined effort guiding his pliant body into a sitting position.
“I can handle Lance while you survey the area for anything that might be useful, the water’s rising fast so we don’t have a lot of time.”
Shiro’s hand remained firm on his shoulder when it was apparent he still didn’t have the ability to keep himself even semi upright without assistance.
“Useful how?”
“I don’t know, maybe something that you can shove under the rock to prop it up and use as a lever... something strong...”
There’s a groan of rubble crashing in the distance, displaced from the pressure of the tons of water pouring on top of it.
“Why don’t you get going, yeah?”
Shiro suggested when he saw how Pidge blanched and Lance winced at the sound, the minute vibrations that reached them jarring his brain once more.
“We’ll be right here when you get back,” he reminded with a tight smile.
“You’re seriously not nearly as hilarious as you perceive yourself to be.”
“I know.”
The landscape wasn’t littered with much in the way of useful materials. Mostly giant slabs of uneven stone from the pavilion that made traversing the debris field really annoying with only one hand for balance, especially when additionally trudging through rising water that made everything slippery.
“This is pointless,” she grumbled.
There was nothing useful. Aside from bits of rock that she could maybe jam on either side of Shiro’s arm to alleviate enough pressure for him to slide out once the water rose enough, but there wasn’t any point in lugging those back with her when there was plenty where the boys were.
A particularly slick stone had her heart rate elevating when she narrowly avoided taking a header. It only served to enervate her further.
“Pointless and treacherous...”
But as Pidge made her way closer towards the ruins from the building that got swallowed down with them, the crushed squabble of rubble started to pique her interest. There were actual items squished under large swathes of sediment instead of just more sediment.
The blue light of her suit glinted off of any bits of metal she passed by, though for a while it was mostly rebarb rods and plumbing pipes sticking up between rocks. But the more she spotted the more they got Pidge’s mind working.
It would need to be something smaller. Something that was already bent and not sharp. Something she could free with a few tugs.
She scanned the rubble with a renewed passion once she knew what she was looking for, the water lapping against her ankles as she made her way around the destroyed landscape an unpleasant reminder of what was at stake if she didn’t hurry.
The same couldn’t be said for Shiro and Lance who were sitting on a ticking time bomb. Well? More like in.
“Hey Sh’ro...” Lance whispered, his voice timid.
The wait for Pidge grew bleaker as the time droned on. Not that Lance could even really gauge how much had passed or focus on their impending deaths for long. The several inches of water beneath them was a good marker though.
“Yeah, bud? What’s up?”
They hadn’t done much talking. Lance had made it clear that even Shiro’s hushed voice made his head spin and so he only spoke when checking in every now and then.
“I didn’t...”
He watched carefully as Lance looked down at the water in his lap and shuddered. His breath catches in his throat before he can get his question out and Shiro’s blood goes cold despite the temperature regulators in his suit being in perfect order.
“What’s that?”
He takes as deep a breath as he can manage and averts his gaze.
“Know m’out of it... but I didn’t, right?”
Shiro begins to run through every field medicine fact he knows regarding brain injuries before he follows Lance’s eyes back down to the water lapping against his crossed legs and the several splinters in the lower half of his armor.
He stowed that away for later. That the dents ripped into Lance’s suit meant it was comprised. It meant that so was Pidge’s and so was his and their helmets wouldn’t do them any good because water was bound to get in anyway.
Just like water was getting into Lance’s now...
“Oh, shit you mean—no Lance, no you didn’t. That wasn’t you, it’s just some water from the pipes that broke.”
The sigh he let’s out is a jagged one but he seems to visibly relax at the confirmation.
“Kay... s’good. Was worried for a sec...”
Shiro has to close his eyes and breathe deeply for a second to keep from laughing. Or crying. He’s not sure which but either one would have been hysterical and he was certain that he didn’t want to indulge in that.
The literal only thing he could do was keep Lance calm and he was not about to comprise it by losing his.
Lance hums idly and it eases Shiro’s frayed nerves. He has to be righted briefly when he relaxes his arms and it sends him lurching to the side, but once he remembers himself and locks his elbows again Shiro offers him a terse smile of encouragement.
“Don’t have’t do that, y’know...” Lance grumbles in response.
“Do what? Keep you awake or keep you from splitting your chin open? Because you already know what my answer to both of those questions will be.”
Lance steels himself to turn his head and face Shiro. His eyes are bleary and unfocused when he does. It takes an extra minute for him to process what he’d just heard and another to put together his response.
Shiro’s frown somehow deepens at the realization that he’s getting worse and wonders if he’s already forgotten what they were talking about, maybe even the question he wanted to ask.
“I’m happy to remind you though,” Shiro decides on following up with, his tone gentle as he forces his wrinkled forehead to soften.
Lance hums again but this time it’s contemplative and his brows knit together in concentration.
“Pretend you’re not scared,” he drawls slowly, taking his time enunciating each word but still sounding slightly drunk anyway.
Shiro catches himself before he smiles, before he lies to Lance again.
Lance who is concussed and losing blood from several gashes on his face and head that are more likely to scar to longer he goes without a pod, but coherent enough to know that Shiro is bullshitting him and subtlety tell him to screw off.
“Alright,” he says instead. And this time Shiro allows himself to laugh.
The half of Lance’s face covered in cuts is undoubtedly numb and swelling from the bruises sure to be forming beneath all the blood, but he tries to smile anyway.
Shiro mucks his hair with a light hand far away from any patches of red and they fall into a comfortable silence as they listen for Pidge. It’s what feels like a mini eternity and another three inches closer to drowning before they finally hear her approaching.
“Pigeooooon,” Lance calls out.
“Present,” she mumbles exasperatedly.
Her hair is matted to her forehead with sweat and there’s a skinny pipe tucked under her trembling arm. Shiro would’ve told her to rest for a minute if she wasn’t already clutching a jut of upturned stone for dear life.
“What is that for? You’d need something a bit wider for a wedge...”
“Maybe I wasn’t shooting for a wedge.”
“Pidge this is serious.”
“I’m well aware, you don’t have to remind me—he’s going down.”
“Shit Lance,” Shiro gruffs as he yanks him up from where he was seconds away from falling face first into water.
“Sorry. M’awake.”
“Sure you are,” Pidge agrees sardonically as she kneels beside him and grabs his chin to look him over. His pupils are still dilated and his wounds are still dribbling spurts of bright red but the flow isn’t as heavy as before. At least blood loss won’t get him first.
“Hey, Pidge...”
“Hi, lover boy.”
The nickname elicits what can only be guessed was a sorry attempt at an eye roll but he gets distracted in demonstrating his contempt by what Pidge is presenting Shiro with.
“Mmh was’the tube for?”
“Ever seen the wonky mask that scuba divers use? Well, Shiro’s going to take an unprecedented dive today and this is the best substitute I could find.”
“Hold up—“
“Nope, you don’t get a say, I nearly busted my ass pulling this lose. Tube goes in your mouth. Pinch your nose so you don’t accidentally waterlog your lungs. And pray that the others find us before you have to do any of that.”
Shiro is silent for a long moment but Pidge doesn’t care. She’s too busy catching her breath and willing the fire in her arm to ease to give her stubborn superior any room for protest.
“I should’ve sent Lance.”
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Sorry if this is a bit much with everything going on, but could I request a scenario where the Paladins + Matt & Lotor have a black s/o and they’re scared abt everything that’s happening in their country and are sad that racial injustice is happening? I’ve been rlly worried the past few days, but if this is smth too uncomfy I understand ;w; Thank you 💖💖💖
This got really long, I apologize but I turned it into half-headcanons with just the main paladins-- i apologize for not doing all the characters you’ve mentioned, but I don’t think they would fit all in a single post anyways www
On another note I hope you and every other reader take good care of their mental health; it’s important to be aware of what’s going on but it’s also important to be in the right mindspace to be able to tackle everything that’s being shared. It’s pain that’s been boiling for a very long time and there is absolutely no shame in taking some downtime to recover before heading back into current issues.
SHIRO:
If you were saddened, Shiro would suggest that maybe you switch to something else; if there was something that he knows will distract you and temporarily have you be a little more at ease, he’d do that!
But also maybe add a little twist-- extra soft blankets (fresh out of the oven! Screw the bills you’re worth it), extra cheese on your favorite dish, whatever it is that can make your smile a little wider, bigger or brighter just let him know!
Would give you hugs if you asked, but usually Shiro pets your head and brushes your cheek for comfort
He also does this when he wants to ask something of you, but thats another story
Why the TV was still on was a mystery to you, you’d stopped listening a long time ago. Your partner besides you noticed, and you felt the hand around your shoulder tighten his grip a little, bringing you out of your thoughts.
“Hey, maybe we should watch something else?” he asked softly, brushing your cheek with his hand. “I can’t really listen to this anymore.”
“Yeah… Sure.” you replied, though it felt like an automated response more than your actual opinion.
“Okay, I’ll switch to that weird show Pidge recorded the other day, we agreed to watch it, right?” he replied, quickly grabbing the remote to change the program.
The first episode started playing, but the moment that it did, you felt cold as Shiro left your side.
“Where are you going?” you asked, your interlaced fingers the only thing keeping him close.
“Ah, I thought I’d make us something. We both kinda skipped dinner….”
He’d thought about putting something together that you’d like, maybe order dessert to surprise you but seeing the look on your face, leaving your side was the hardest thing to do right now.
So he gave in, and your both fell asleep until the doorbell rang with your delivery.
KEITH:
I have this headcanon that Keith isn’t very good with physical touch but after the end of voltron and after enough time of humanitarian relief, he learns how important it is for someone that’s in a specific state of mind
So the best he has to offer when his words fail is physical touch
Over your time together he’s learned what you need depending on your mood, and it helped him out lots when you were more vocal about it-- if anything he liked it when you asked for things that he could easily deliver, he’d do anything to see you smile
A hand came over your phone screen, Keith’s fingers lacing into yours and making you drop the device onto the crevices of the sofa.
“Why did you--”
“You’ve been staring at that thing for the past hour, biting at your nails.” he said in a worried tone. “That’s enough. We’re going to bed.”
“But it’s just--”
“We’re going to bed.” he repeated in a harsher tone, lifting you off your seat.
Keith sat down onto the bed first, pulling you into him. You both fell onto the bed, Keith quickly pulling the covers over your shoulders before his arms came around you.
“My alarm is my phone.”
“That’s nice, but we both know we have nothing to do tomorrow.” he replied right away, making you chuckle.
“Keith…” you called, your hands sneaking up to his face.
You brushed away some of his hair from his face as he gave you a complicated expression, unable to reflect the small smile you wore. He knew things were shit outside, that being apart from your family and other loved ones was a toll on both you and that lately negative thoughts have plagued you more often than not but Keith, despite his good intention was still somewhat of an awkward man.
“Thank you.”
He kissed you in reply and you both left it at that, glad that he had someone like you to meet him halfway.
LANCE:
Lots of hugs the moment he feels something is off with you
Will be a brat™ for the sole purpose of distracting you, bET
I feel like post-series Lance tries his best to be as observant as Allura and tries to understand others better-- but it didn't take a genius or incredible empath to know why your eyes looked like they were about to overflow at the sight of the news.
I’d like to think that Lance, with a big connected family is one of the paladins that very easily gets what you’re going through, wouldn’t be surprised he’s been called one or two things in his past either
That being said it doesn’t mean that he completely understands your personalized struggles with racial injustices that you encounter everyday; as another minority himself + coming from a culture and upbringing that might be different than yours, its a very different experience.
Memories flooded as the news anchor spoke about “lootings” and as you scrolled down your feed to see feeble attempts at sympathy from local peacekeepers. You sigh and retweet another thread, only to find something equally as shocking right after. You stopped commenting in quote retweets a while ago, you felt like you were constantly repeating that none of this was okay and that a reform was desperately needed. Rather than typing out your thoughts you typed out your name, address and email over and over again, signing one petition after the other.
Hearing sigh after sigh, Lance eventually put an arm around your shoulder. He startled you, but his soft voice made both your shoulders and your guard lower.
“Hey, do you want to make a midnight snack with me? I’m getting kinda hungry.”
“What about that new rule we were talking about? Not eating 4 hours before we went to bed?”
“Every diet has one or two cheat days, don’t they?” he replied, kissing one of your eyelids. “Come on, I’m sure your neck is sore from being like that for so long.”
In the end you both made some soul-food until a food-coma knocked you out until tomorrow. In the morning, you realized that Lance must’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you remember cuddling on the couch, and yet you’re waking up on the bed. Of course, still in his arms.
HUNK:
Having a sensible heart, I feel like both you and hunk would struggle a little about maintaining a healthy distance with current events.
Though overtime he would understand that keeping in touch with everything that’s going on is important, but not at the sake of burning out
His best bet, to him, to pull you out of a such a dark space is with comfort food
“Ok ppl feel like they want to eat a horse but they actually cant when they’re in that mind space Hunk, let’s make something sweet and small; something direct and straight to the point! Let’s add smiley faces on it!”
Your turned down the volume from the news, let your head fall backwards and brought up your forearm over your closed eyes. It felt warm and made it you realize that you had probably been staring very intensely at the screen as a wave of comfort hit your eyes the moment they were drowned in darkness. Letting out a deep breath, you stilled and let yourself bask in your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you back.
“Maybe a little bit more sugar? No, then it would be disbalanced. The base is already so sweet-- Ah, I have to take the cupcakes out or else they might get burned!”
You felt a smile grow on your lips, making you ignore the horrid news being broadcasted to turn to your partner that as usual, seemed to juggle ten thousand things to create a whole meal.
“What’s going on over here?” you asked, leaning over the counter to note that one of your favorite dishes was made and machines that were mostly used for baking had been brought out.
“Oh you know, just a little pick me up for my most favorite person ever.” he shrugged, but a smile soon came to his face. His hands were full but he leaned over, his lips meeting your cheek. “Things outside are a little dark, so I thought we could both use a little something nice.”
He turned on the machine after dropping a drop of dye to make it your favorite color and within a few minutes the icing was finished. Hunk scooped up a small amount on his finger and brought it to his lips and nod.
“Wanna taste?” he asked you, his finger dipping into the icing.
A mischievous grin spread on your features as you took his wrist and let his finger fall on your tongue, the sweetness quickly spreading through your mouth. The yellow paladin shivered as you let his digit hang in your mouth for longer than necessary, letting out a satisfied hum when you returned it to him.
“Tastes perfect.”
PIDGE:
She knew what could be fixed, she knew how to fix it but this meant she was also aware of how long such a transition would take
I think Pidge would be similar to Shiro: whatever she remembers that helps you be at ease, she would defect to that in hopes to maybe distract you for a while.
I don’t think Pidge is a very touchy person either, so if she reaches out to you _physically_ in worry, it’s a very clear sign she’s serious/anxious
I feel like she would reach out in other ways and then if she knew you were in a specific state of mind where touch was not useful, or if she just also wanted to try things out lol
As you watched the twisted information that was being shared on screen, another message caught your attention. Rather than a small red icon in the corner, a small window appeared in the middle of your computer screen.
<I found a way to modify notifications sent to another device.>
The video had stopped, every horrible gif about police brutality was paused and there was nothing else but the small window pidge had thrown onto your screen. You chuckled, and felt a pressure behind your working chair.
Another message popped up.
<You’ve been catching up with twitter for the past two hours. Surely you’re done now?>
A soft laugh came from you, making Pidge release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You typed out an answer:
<Is it possible to be completely caught up with twitter? I follow like 500 accounts.>
<Okay, but half of them are just cat videos and the other half are just retweets of said videos.>
<Oh here I was thinking that this was an intervention to brighten my mood. We’re dragging each other’s follows now?>
<Oh please like you don’t want to be dragged, with that kind of follow list.>
<I can’t believe you’ve done this.>
You both laughed, before Pidge turned around and tapped your shoulder. She let her hand float in the air, yours coming to join it as a soon as your turned her way.
“Wanna take a nap?” she asked, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “I had Chip make some hot chocolate, Hunk style.”
You squeezed her hand, putting your computer on sleep mode.
“Yeah, that sounds nice.”
#voltron writings#shiro x reader#takashi shirogane x reader#keith x reader#keith kogane x reader#lance x reader#lance mcclain x reader#hunk x reader#hunk garett x reader#pidge x reader#katie holt x reader#for context this was requested around june 2020#its a year late and thata my fault wjdjan
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🍨 .்۫۫ › Headcanon:
❥ Pronouns: Not specified
❥ Summary: The Demon Brothers if they were cats
❥ Warnings: Reference to anxiety
❥ Request by none:
Hey! I hope you are doing great today, if you aren't, I hope that this can help a little.
At first I thought about doing a scenario where they turned into cats because of a curse, but I changed when thinking about a tittle to put on the edit. I also changed how this was gonna be write, so know that most of my others headcanons will not be like this — Shiro
.˚ 🌱ˀ⌇How you adopted them:
⚘݄݃ Lucifer: Even tho Luci was a really good looking cat, most people didn't wanted him because of he being a black cat. A lot of people were afraid or promised violence if he got close, so he saw all the others cats being adopt but not him. Until you came, you had gone directly to the cats area, Luci didn't even bother to directly look at you, he lost hope of being adopted, it really surprised him that you chose him instead of the others cats.
⚘݄݃ Mammon: Mammon as always got in a lot of trouble, even being a stray cat he did a lot of people mad. One time when running from another cat he got on your way, you almost kicked him, but thankfully at that time you had a fast reflex and took your leg off the way. Since then, Mammon always followed you when passed thought that area and one day you simply decided to take him in.
⚘݄݃ Leviathan: Levi was the most shy cat, afraid of everyone and everything. He run away from everyone that tried to get next to him, so it was really difficult to find a owner for him. You were a friend of one of the people that worked in the pet shop, they asked you to get something for them and let it on the shop and you did it. As you had some free time, you decided to play a little with the animals there, you got to the cats area and found Levi in a corner all alone. Tried to play with him, and for the first time he didn't run away from someone, you two played for a time and you decided to adopt him, he was so cute it's impossible to resist.
⚘݄݃ Satan: Satan was a really "savage" cat, always fighting with the others cats and trying to escape from the visitors and staff. No one could tame him easily, he was really fast and scratched everything that gets to close. You decided to adopt a kitten so you went directly to the cats area, getting close to Satan and trying to get him close, he of course attacked you too. But you were persistent, you comeback almost everyday to visit him, so he would feel more comfortable around you before adopting him.
⚘݄݃ Asmodeus: Asmo were the cat that everyone wanted, people looked at him and was immediately enchanted, but he is really picky, so it was difficult for him to find a owner since he rejected most people. Of course, until he saw you, you were the first person he wanted to be close by choice what really surprised the staff, even tho you weren't enchanted as the others you still liked him and decided to adopt it.
⚘݄݃ Beelzebub and Belphegor: Beel and Belphie were both stray cats, they were abandoned by their mom at a really young age. In your way home, you found both cats cuddle up together trying to get some heat from the chilly night, before trying to take them in you checked if their mom had really abandoned them. Since you didn't found the mom cat, you took both in, with some fight from both of them, but they weren't strong enough to stop you.
.˚ 🌱ˀ⌇What kind of cat they're:
⚘݄݃ Lucifer: Luci is a really scary cat, no one ever knows what's going on his head, but you know exactly how to read him and you respect his space. Likes to go out during the day, but don't worry he will always comeback, sometimes even with a gift because he's afraid you gonna die of starvation, since in his point of view you have no idea how to hunt and find food.
⚘݄݃ Mammon: Mammon is a really greedy cat, he always wants your full attention and pets. He also give headbuts on everything that in your house, he sees like everything is his so he put his smell on everything and everyone, but specifically on you and your rooms things.
⚘݄݃ Leviathan: Levi is a really anxious cat, he is afraid of everything that makes loud noises and things that move alone. If you want to make something and you know it's gonna make a lot of noise, put him as far as you can and don't let him comeback or he will be really scared and get anxious.
⚘݄݃ Satan: Spite of looking angry by the first impression, since he gets comfortable around you and your house he will start to show a more calm way. Even tho if another cat try to get in his territory he will kick the other cat butt, he is really territorial and don't want to share with anyone besides you. He also is really close to you, sice you're the only human he trust you will never see he going to another person's room.
⚘݄݃ Asmodeus: Asmo really cares about his fur, if you mess it up he will be mad at you and probably attack your feet at night. If you just washed your hand or took a shower/bath and pet him, he's gonna attack your hand and clean himself because how dare you put a smell that isn't his on him. He will try to groom you and if you try to get away he will paw slap you.
⚘݄݃ Beelzebub: Beel really enjoys food, he wants all you can give to him, make some homemade food that are eatable for cats and give it to him, now he loves you forever, just don't do it all the time or he's gonna get really addicted to it. He is really close to Belphie and they cuddle a lot, he is very influenced by his brother in certains things.
⚘݄݃ Belphegor: Belphie is a really lazy cat, is always taking a nap in the most inconvenient places, like on the way to the kitchen, on your laptop/computer and way more places. Sometimes he even get Beel to go with him, so you have two cuddle up cats at places they aren't supposed to be.
.˚ 🌱ˀ⌇Favorite toy:
⚘݄݃ Lucifer: Squishy mouse. Luci likes to hear the scream of his victims, wouldn't be funny to torture without them begging for help, but for humans the sound it's really annoying so it's recommended to you to go to a different room.
⚘݄݃ Mammon: Glitter ball. He enjoys shining things and what call his attention, so make sure to hide your money, wallet and any jewelry because he will steal them right in front of you.
⚘݄݃ Leviathan: Feather wand. Levi doesn't like toys that make noise, so the best option is a feather wand since even if you beat it on something, it will not make a sound.
⚘݄݃ Satan: Paper ball. It's not really a ball, but he enjoys playing with it so much, if you want him to play just make or find a paper ball and toss it in the same room that he's in.
⚘݄݃ Asmodeus: Mirror. For some reason he really like look at himself in the mirror, but sometimes he try to catch something in the mirror and starts paw slapping it.
⚘݄݃ Beelzebub: Food shaped toy. Any kind of food shaped toy he really appreciates it, just show him the toy and he will happily play with it, you don't even need anything else to make him entertained for a long time.
⚘݄݃ Belphegor: Pillow. You don't understand how he would play with a pillow that's bigger then him, honestly I don't know either but he totally would and after sometime he would get tired and fall asleep on the pillow.
.˚ 🌱ˀ⌇Favorite place to sleep:
⚘݄݃ Lucifer: Your table. If you have a table in your room, where you put your things like computer, notebook and things like it, make sure to open a space for him or he will sleep on top of your things.
⚘݄݃ Mammon: Your lap. Everytime he want to take a nap and you're sited or laid down he goes directly to your lap.
⚘݄݃ Leviathan: Your shoulder. Levi likes your company and your body it's warm, so what better place to sleep then a part where he can always stay? If you're laying down, sitting or even walking he can stay on your shoulder.
⚘݄݃ Satan: High places. Any high place on your house, be a wardrobe, a cabinet or even a refrigerator.
⚘݄݃ Asmodeus: Your bed. Asmo it's a really picky cat, he will not sleep anywhere, he just sleeps where it's most comfortable and that will not mess his fur and make it dirty.
⚘݄݃ Beelzebub: Your tummy. When you're sleeping or just laying down, he gets next to you and just lay down on your stomach, sometimes on top of it or on your side but his body it's always touching your belly.
⚘݄݃ Belphegor: Anywhere. Literally anywhere, it doesn't matter what it's or if it seems to fit him or not, one day you will find him sleeping at those places.
.˚ 🌱ˀ⌇One habit:
⚘݄݃ Lucifer: Stare outside, even if he can get out and explore, sometimes he prefers to just stay in and watch the outside from inside the house. Most of the times he goes out, but if it's a cold day or he just doesn't feel like it, he enjoys just watching.
⚘݄݃ Mammon: Follow you, when you're at home he is always following you and sometimes even tries to walk between your legs, you're his favorite human and he enjoys watching you just as much as he always want your full attention.
⚘݄݃ Leviathan: Purr, for apparent no reason, you talk to him, look at him, give him some pets or just breathe and he's purring. He purrs the most when you let him on your shoulder, not only to sleep, he really enjoys being there at anytime you let him.
⚘݄݃ Satan: Ask for you to read out loud, yes it's a little bit odd to a cat do it, but he enjoys the sound of your voice. So everytime he sees you reading something, he will get close to you and meow until you start to read out loud.
⚘݄݃ Asmodeus: Groom you and himself, he wants you to look good and smell like him, so he will definitely try to groom you and will not be ashamed of grooming his privates parts in front of people, he's just getting clean after all.
⚘݄݃ Beelzebub: Sit and stay at your side everytime he wants more food, what happens very frequently if I'm being honest, so you will have to stop whatever your doing and put food for him.
⚘݄݃ Belphegor: Try to attack your feet everytime you pass through him, it doesn't matter if he was taking a nap, if you pass next to him he will try to attack your feet.
#shortshiro#x male reader insert#x male reader#Obey Me#obey me x male reader#M!MC#Male MC#x gender neutral reader#x gn!reader#GN!MC#gn mc#m mc#beelzebub obey me#asmodeus obey me#lucifer obey me#mammon obey me#satan obey me#belphegor obey me
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So, mc adopting at least one of each of the Child mobs, how would that go?
IT MAY BE 4AM BUT THAT'S NEVER STOPPED ME BEFORE LETS DO SOME MF HCS.
Sadly I was only able to work on two of the mob kiddos as I didn't want this to get too long but I still hope its okay~!
Also just a heads up a lot of this is a pure waffle of information based on my own interpretations of the mobs so here's hoping I did a good job with them lmao.
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It wouldn’t have been the first time you’d ended up inadvertently adopting someone, nor will it be the last knowing your luck. It’s not like you intentionally do anything to draw people to you, it just so happened that the things that you did and situations you got wrapped up in led to you getting to know all kinds of people in the process. And those people saw you in all kinds of ways - most saw you as friends, others saw someone else in you, more than a few made no attempts to hide their blatant flirting - and, rarely, a few would even see you as a role model,a mentor or parental figure to look up to.
You honestly have no idea why, after all, it’s not as though you go out of your way to make particularly responsible decisions (if anything, you get yourself in enough trouble that you’d imagine you’re anything but a role model) but a lot of the younger transients and students seem to flock towards your presence, looking for comfort, advice, or just someone who respects them. At first it was just the younger members of your guild that you technically took under your wing - as the Guildmaster you assumed it was only natural to look out for them, and you’d long gotten used to protecting Agyo and Kijimuna, wanting to make sure that the only thing they had to worry about was having the chance to be kids rather than getting dragged into the Guild’s app-based affairs. It’s not like responsible parental figures are easy to come by in this world of app-battles and fighting, so that’s perhaps why when you start taking a more protective, nurturing role with the younger ones that more of them begin popping up.
Surprisingly, the ghosts are some of the first mob children that you noticed began flocking towards you. Roaming spirits are unusual but certainly not rare, and it honestly breaks your heart a little to see so many young ghosts lingering around in the unexplored corners of the city, searching for one thing or another. Things feel...off, for a while before you can pin down the issue - you start feeling as though you’re being watched when you’re in the guildhouse by someone other than your teammates, and when your attempts to shake off the uneasy feeling doesn’t work, you decide to bring it up to your fellow Guild members in case it’s someone trying to spy. You want to make sure it’s not someone who can bring danger to the guild, but you don’t have much of a chance to set up a search of the building when the D-evils come tottering into your field of view, screeching up a storm and motioning towards an otherwise unassuming corner of the window.
Turns out you weren’t the only one noticing the other presence, as Shiro’s D-evils seem to have picked up on it to - and when your attention snaps over to the window to see what they’re pointing to you barely catch a glimpse of the flickering figure of a ghost child as they disappear from view. From that point on you start spotting the child more often - he’s shy or wary, always lingering someone just out of the corner of your eye but never getting any closer almost like he’s afraid. He seems to have taken an interest in you though, especially whenever the younger guild members come around to spend time at the guild, and it isn’t long before you notice that he’s intently watching the way you watch over and care for the kids of the guild - he looks almost sad in these instances, but never dares to get any closer and disappears as soon as you turn to look at him. Over time it becomes almost normal to have a resident ghost at the guild (though Agyo still shudders at the mention of ghosts despite having seen the kid plenty of times since arriving). He seems to be more at ease after a while of watching you, and things finally come to a head one day when you’re playing videogames with Hanuman and the other kids, noticing that the little ghost has wandered far closer than he’d ever done in the past, watching the small screen setup on the floor with an avid interest that seems far happier than the forlorn looks he’d had before. Taking a chance you tilt your head to look over at the ghost child, motioning him to come over and join; he disappears for a moment, startled, but right as you start to worry you may have scared the kid off he rematerializes, inching hesitantly closer and closer till he’s hovering beside the rest of your group, eyes fixed to the characters on screen with a child-like wonder.
You aren’t quite sure how this ended up with you adopting the ghost child yourself. It’s just one day you were talking about how you were pretty much adopted by the teachers at school and how you’d like to pay it forward some day, and the next you were talking about ‘son’ this, and ‘might as well take the kid under your wing’ that - you were practically acting like an impromptu parent for like a fifth of the people you knew anyway, so what was actually adopting a child? Toji had just about choked to death when you’d made the unfortunate decision to announce that fact mid-drink, and Shiro spent more than his fair share of time probing you with the legal questions surrounding a student adopting a child, ghost transient or not. Ryota seems incredibly excited by the idea however, gushing about being an uncle and wondering if your new son can eat and if so what his favorite food is - plenty of questions for a later time.
Ghost is certainly the most clingy of the children you end up adopting, and it’s clear from the get go in the sense that the poor little one is essentially glued to your side from the moment you take the venture to actually adopting him. With few things remaining in the physical world to cling onto, the familial bond is something that the little one cherishes and he absolutely refuses to budge on letting it, and by proxy, you, go. For a while he actually fears you’re going to leave him and take back what you said about protecting him and being a good parent. He of course had parents once, and their lack of presence at his side now paints a tragic picture no matter what way you look at it, so the kids got more than a few attachment issues you need to work through. Ghost doesn’t really talk too much, instead relying on gestures and interacting with things around him to talk to you and others - it takes a little bit to get used to if you’re unfamiliar with some of the gestures but it’s easy to pick up as time goes on.
Definitely one of the more well behaved children of the bunch, given that once you’ve convinced him that you’re not abandoning him he’s dead set on making you proud. He gets antsy when you’re not around, spending most of his time at the guild when you're at classes, but he takes to following Agyo around instead during these times. Agyo’s more than a little startled at first, and is a bit awkward about the whole situation as he processes it, but before long Agyo’s not only getting along with your ghostly son, but he’s also teaching him the ‘lion dog duties’ that he’s been teaching you - you’ll never quite forget walking in to Agyo giving the poor kid a detailed rundown on the upkeep of the guildhouse and all that it pertains.
It was supposed to only be the one child, you swear, but damn if you haven’t got a bleeding heart and a knack for attracting trouble. Word travels around fast about your adoption, and as more people learn about your impromptu push to parenthood people start coming to you for help - namely, kids with nowhere else to go. Maybe it’s your bleeding heart or savior complex, but before long one kid becomes two, and then two becomes three, and soon enough you’ve got four kids on your hands.
There’s no denying that things get a little bit rocky when you start taking in other children. Despite the other kids in the guild, Ghost has technically been the only child up to this point, and with your attention shifting from both him and the other children at once it’s a sudden change - one that you thankfully discussed with him first to make sure he was okay. Even with the okay though, Ghost is more than a little anxious when you bring the second child, a nether sprite, ‘home’, especially because of how loud she is by comparison. Nether sprite is an absolute ball of energy and mischievous to boot, so she more than makes for an interesting parallel to the otherwise quiet Ghost you’ve been taking care of the past few months.
She’s a handful, especially during the first few weeks that she’s settling in - it takes her a while to really start seeing the place as home, and even longer for her to even consider you a parental figure (she’s seen you as more of a babysitter till you proved you were willing to stick around and put the effort in to be a good parent). Once she does settle in however she takes to the place quickly, and, to your surprise, your two kids become thick as thieves. The Nether sprite catches on quickly to how Ghost communicates, and given his penchant to linger around those he’s close to and follow them around she’s more than happy to drag him all over the shop from one activity to another - it’s a surprising development but one you actively encourage. Unfortunately as I mentioned she’s still mischievous, though tones it down from anything too troublesome if it’ll cause you too much grief.
However that hasn’t stopped the amount of times you’ve gotten calls from someone about the kind of trouble you two little ones have wound up getting themselves into - looks like they both picked up your knack for getting intentionally and unintentionally dragged into the weirdest events (sure, it’s fun when you do it, but having your kids doing it only serves to give you grey hairs from the stress.) And things only get crazier once the other kids end up coming along, for both better and worse - but that’s a story for another time.
#tokyo afterschool summoners#housamo#housamo mob#housamo ghost#housamo sprite#housamo lantern#housamo nether sprite#request#ask#gzgs222-blog#first post in....hooo boy#a WHILE#i think im a little rusty so please bear with me while i get back on track#i will probably do one for the ciramantep and jiangshi in the future#but for now we got the ghost and the lantern#a fitting combo lmao
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Crime is Common. Logic is Rare. (Ch.28)
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Holidays (HawksxGN!Reader)
Plot summary: As a quirk geneticist, you never really imagined yourself getting involved in hero work. Of course, you never imagined catching the eye of a pro hero either. What starts as a great career opportunity turns into a relationship built upon mutual secrets and trust.
Warnings:
⚠️This story contains spoilers from the manga.
⚠️Some events and plot points have been altered from the original manga
Tag List: @gayforkeigo @marshmallow-witch @redflannel @toyo-shiro @elsasshole @astronomyturtle @iambashfulperson @omiwashere
Chapter Guide
You had hoped the holidays would provide another much needed break from the stress of your everyday schedule, but going home for Christmas only ended up being a solid two days of downtime for you to sit and worry about everything going on in your life. Whether the Hero Commission really needed your boyfriend around for the weekend or the villains were subtly punishing you for refusing Dabi’s offer, Hawk ended up being far too busy to return to your hometown with you like you’d originally planned. So, you hopped on a train and made the journey home by yourself.
Visiting with your family was something you normally really looked forward to, but this time you found yourself in the awkward situation of dodging questions about your boyfriend that you yourself didn’t know the answers to, and giving vague replies to their inquiries about what you had been up to in the lab with Dr. Garaki. Your entire life and somehow become confidential, and you wondered if being around the people you loved had really been the smartest choice, especially given the threats Dabi had made the day you met him. The more you thought about it, the more your imagination tortured you with worst case scenarios.
Even stopping by your old lab did not provide a break from the interrogations. Instead of finding work to keep your mind off the troubles waiting for you back in Tokyo, you just ended up on the receiving end of a ton of gossip relating directly to the problems you’d been trying to avoid.
“Looks like all the top hero schools are doing an extra round of internships this year,” your boss says conversationally as you try to sort and put away the newest shipment of research journals she’d ordered. “I suppose with all the fuss about the League of Villains, not to mention the nomus, they’re trying to toughen up the next generation of heroes. It makes sense, but I’m a little surprised since UA has even required their first year students to get provisional licenses. Seems a bit much to me.”
“Yeah, I guess, but UA is known for pushing the envelope with the standards held for its students, you know?” you reply with a shrug. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. Hero course students around the country weren’t just training themselves to face more dangerous villains. At the moment, they were being prepped for an outright battle that they had no idea was coming. The general public knew about the League and the nomus, but they had no clue about the Liberation army or the monster quirk guy that the commission was so worried about. Apparently, the current heroes weren’t expected to be enough to handle the magnitude of the threat, so the pressure of securing a victory would fall mostly on the students in the end. It was just another reason for your distaste with the Hero Commission to intensify.
“I noticed Hawks hasn’t been working with any interns this time around though,” Your boss had clearly been keeping a close eye on her favorite hero. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t mind, but you really didn’t want her digging for information that would put her in danger if she got too close to the truth. “Even Endeavor has been patrolling with three students over the holidays.”
“Unfortunately, his plate has been a little full recently,” you hoped she would be satisfied with that answer. Although it was only natural, it made you feel anxious that she was asking so many questions. All the secrets were piling up and now that a plan for ending all this madness was falling into place, there was even more pressure for you to tread carefully with your actions and words. Even if you weren’t being monitored as carefully as Hawks, there was every possibility that the villains were keeping an eye on you too.
“Well, just as long as you two aren’t fighting or anything,” Your boss hums, eyeing you curiously. “I felt a bit concerned when he didn’t come here with you this time.”
“No, we’re both just busy,” you assure her. Fighting wasn’t the right word, but there had been a lot more intense discussions between you and your hero boyfriend recently. The thing with Dabi had, unfortunately, only been the tip of the iceberg. With the issue of giving up information about Hawks to the league basically resolved, now you were both having disagreements about where you’d be during the massive raid that would be taking place in just a couple of months.
Thanks to Hawks, the Commission knew exactly where the League of Villains and their army were hiding out. And thanks to you, they knew exactly where the high-end nomus were being created and kept. The plan was to attack both locations simultaneously before Shigaraki’s procedure could be completed in order to reduce the amount of damage and casualties in the attack. Even with the element of surprise though, it was sure to be a literal warzone. Hawks had been trying to convince you to take a day off from the lab once the date was set, but as usual you had to deny his request, fearing that you could somehow tip them off about the raid just by calling in. For the plan to work, the villains could absolutely not suspect anything.
Of course, it wasn’t like you wanted to be there when all hell broke loose. Actually, the more you thought about, it the more terrified you were. Any number of things could go wrong, and you had no way to defend yourself if you got caught up in the conflict. It scared you even more knowing that Hawks would not be there to protect you. He would most certainly be assigned to the Villain’s location so that he could play his role with them as long as possible. You would have to rely on the team assigned to the hospital to keep you safe. The only thought giving you any sort of comfort was that, as long as the Commission was able to finalize and prepare their plans in time, both Shigaraki and the nomus should remain in their dormant state until all the fighting was already over.
Thankfully, Hawks was an incredible boyfriend and had somehow managed to arrange to be at your apartment when you finally got home after the holiday was over. You honestly could have cried in relief when you opened the door to find him waiting for you with open arms.
“I missed you,” you sigh while tucking yourself into his chest and wrapping your arms around him tightly.
“I missed you too, love.” He smiles while leaning his cheek on the top of your head. “How’s your family? Do they think I’m the worst for not being there with you?”
“Not at all,” you smile and enjoy the warmth of his embrace for a moment longer. “They’re all fine, but my boss had a few things to say about it though.” Hawks lets out a dry laugh.
“Of course she did.” He didn’t seem to want to let go of you either. You weren’t looking forward to the novel he most likely had written for you to read and catch up on everything that had happened in the few days you’d been gone. When you finally step back and look up at his face, there’s a small smirk on his lips.
“What?” You narrow your eyes suspiciously.
“I may have set a little trap,” he glances up and you follow his eyes to see mistletoe hanging above the doorway. Some of the tension finally leaves you as a laugh escapes your mouth.
“Cheesy,” You shake your head at him. “You know I would’ve kissed you anyway.”
“Maybe, but this seemed like a fun idea anyway.” His smile chased away the last of your worries for a moment and you gladly kiss him back when he presses his lips to yours. The way his hands move to grip your sides and hold you closer hinted that he hadn’t enjoyed the time apart any more than you had. The fact that you only got to see each other for minutes at a time when you both were in town didn’t mean much since there was at least some comfort in knowing you were at least together in the same city.
“Mmm, you’re right.” You say breathlessly after he pulls away. “That was a fun idea.”
“But wait, there’s more!” He says in a bad impression of a TV commercial before chuckling at himself. “I also have a Christmas gift for you.”
“I may have gotten something for you too,” you admit. He takes your hand and leads you into the house so you can sit down. You’re surprised to see he’d put up a few decorations and even bought a small little Christmas tree to put by the window. “You know you didn’t have to do all this, bird-kun.”
He smiles almost shyly while taking a wrapped box from under the tree and handing it to you. “Sure,” he shrugs, “but this is our first holiday together and I felt bad I couldn’t spend more time with you. It only took me a few minutes to set it all up with my feathers anyway. I wish I’d had time to do more.”
“This is perfect,” you pull him down to sit next to you, leaning forward to give him another lingering kiss. “How about using those feathers to get the box on the top shelf of the closet?”
“You got it,” He nods as a couple red feathers shoot from his wings towards your bedroom, coming back just a few seconds later carrying the gift you’d hidden away for him. “This the one?”
“Yeah,” you confirm before looking down at the pretty wrapped box in your lap, wondering what was inside. You were so thankful that Hawks hadn’t bombarded you with too many questions about your trip home, or jumped straight to business with updates on the league. It was nice to come home to a normal life situation and have a few sweet moments as a regular couple celebrating Christmas together. Hopefully, after enduring the next few torturous months, you could have this kind of life full time with Hawks.
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Thank you for the previous scenario, but can i request part 2 (fluff)? During his journey Thace thought a lot about the reader and that his feelings were mutual and this made him happy. Thace returns to the castle of lions where the reader is waiting for him. They have a private moment to talk about their feelings for each other and also spend time together.
I'm glad that you liked it so much 😊
I'm more than happy to write a part two 💜
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While the paladins were out fighting a galra fleet again (Y/n) waited for Thace to arrive, he was finally coming back to live in the castle with her so that they both could talk about what happened a few days prior. Every day that Thace wasn't with her (Y/n) felt worried, anxious and kind of scared; they already established that they liked each other, unfortunately they weren't actually a couple yet and they had a lot to discuss. The others could tell (Y/n) was nervous and each of them tried to help her calm down, but the mere mention of Thace only made her blush and stutter. Shiro and Coran knew what she was going through; Coran was once in love back when Altea was around and Shiro remembered when he had a crush on Adam. When the day of Thace's return came (Y/n) did her best to keep herself busy, not wanting to stress herself out; after all, she would only be in a romantic relationship before the day was done.
In the meantime, while Thace was gone he thought about (Y/n) every day, he even called Krolia for romantic advice for pursuing a human. Krolia gave him as much advice that she could, hoping he would finally have a relationship with (Y/n). During his time away Thace tried not to let his fears get the better of him, he knew (Y/n) was in love with him and she wouldn't just fall out of love after only a few days; he couldn't wait to reunite with the woman he'd fallen in love with, he even took the time to search for the first courtship gift he would give her. In order to surprise (Y/n) Thace contacted Coran who let him into the castle, thanking the ancient altean man for letting him in before heading to the lounge where he would find her. Right as (Y/n) was tidying up the lounge Thace walked in, although she didn't notice him at first and seeing her so engrossed in her work made him feel even more in love with her.
"Hello, (Y/n)." Thace greeted (Y/n) with a soft tone, a smile appearing on his face when he saw that she had gotten all dressed up for him; she wore a (F/c) shirt, a (S/f/c) skirt/pants and she wore a new hairstyle.
"Thace, you're back!" (Y/n) said when she heard his voice and turned to face him, walking over to Thace and hugging him as best as she could; she felt really excited to see him after his absence.
Thace started quietly purring as he hugged her back as best as he could despite their size difference, unfortunately it made their hug a little awkward. He thought it was cute how (Y/n) hugged him as soon as she could despite how much shorter than him she was, although he loved how short she was compared to him. After a few moments they stopped hugging and went to sit next to each other on one of the couches; the seating might not have been the most comfortable but they didn't care, just being reunited was all they'd wanted. The mood in the room seemed to change as soon as they sat down, neither of them knew what to say to each other and they both felt flustered. Neither (Y/n) nor Thace had been in a serious relationship before, it was only natural for them to be nervous, but they would eventually adjust to being vulnerable around each other.
"So…" (Y/n) broke the silence with a slightly awkward tone, a light blush dusting her cheeks when her gaze met his.
"How have you been?" Thace asked, trying his best not to be awkward despite feeling how hard his heart was pounding in his chest.
"I've been fine… I've really missed you." (Y/n) replied, looking up at him whilst anxiously fidgeting with her fingers.
"I've missed you too. Ever since I realized that I had feelings for you I've felt lonely without you by my side. Here, this is for you." Thace said when he took his gift for her out of his satchel and gave it to her; he never imagined that he would feel so nervous about giving (Y/n) his first courtship gift to her, and he kept reminding himself to remain calm and keep his composure.
(Y/n) took the item and saw that it was a folded up elegant scarf that matched her eye color, a truly beautiful gift with an important meaning to it; the scarf was from Thace, making it priceless to her. She unfolded the scarf and saw how beautiful the design was, it had (S/f/c) flowers spread across the soft fabric, adding to its beautiful aesthetic. Thace knew (Y/n) liked the gift as soon as she unfolded it, the way her eyes widened was enough for him to know that she loved it. During his time away he passed by a planet hosting a street fair where he knew he'd find something nice to bring her, although on the way back to the castle he had been worried that the scarf wouldn't make a good first courtship gift. They had a lot to talk about and as Thace thought about what he was going to say he took a deep breath, trying to remain as calm as possible.
"Thank you so much for this, you didn't have to." (Y/n) gushed, shocked that he brought her such a beautiful gift.
"I'm glad that you like it, it's tradition to begin a courtship by giving one's intended mate a simple gift. (Y/n), I've come to realize that I don't want to be alone anymore, will you allow me to court you?" Thace replied while beaming at her, finally officially asking her if he could court her; it was a big deal, so he was thankful that he didn't somehow mess it up.
"I- Yes, I will. I've been thinking about you the entire time you were gone, I really missed you." (Y/n) responded joyfully, a few tears of happiness brimming in her eyes, although she wiped them away before they could spill down her cheeks; she never thought that she'd feel so emotional when they had time to finally be alone together.
Thace purred a little louder as he carefully brought (Y/n) onto his lap and hugged her, feeling affection and love for the human who captured his heart. (Y/n) put the scarf on her lap and reciprocated the hug as best as she could, wishing that he wasn't wearing his uniform because it prevented her from burying her face in the crook of his neck. She hadn't felt so happy in a long time, it was literally the first time in her life that anyone loved her on such a deep level, the wait to find love had been worth it; it wasn't every day that someone actually fell in love, and she briefly wondered if they had always been meant to be together. Thace breathed in (Y/n's) scent and smelled that she was wearing a floral perfume, one that he recognized from one of the more expensive stores at the space mall, he made a mental note to get perfume from there for her in the future. Even though she couldn't bury her face in the crook of his neck (Y/n) rested her head against his chest, barely able to hear his heart beating through his armor.
"(Y/n), you have no idea how long I've waited for this day, to finally be able to hold you in my arms and to call you mine. This is the first time that anyone's made me feel the way you make me feel, I can't imagine a future without you by my side. Most people never find a lover, but now that I have you I have hope that the future will be better." Thace spoke in a hushed tone, finally opening up about how he truly felt; he wasn't used to talking about his feelings and yet with (Y/n) he knew he could open up to her.
"I never thought this day would ever come, either, but I'm so happy that it did. I was afraid that something bad would happen to you while you were gone, especially now that the galra empire's going to be looking for you, I'm just thankful Kolivan’s letting you stay here in the castle." (Y/n) spoke quietly, hugging him a little tighter than before, needing to feel him pressed against her for as long as possible; with Thace living with her they could always be together, safe in the protection of the castle of lions.
Thace sighed happily as he nuzzled the top of (Y/n's) head, feeling content for the first time in a long time; he had a lover and he was going to do everything he could to protect her. With the paladins gone and Coran busy on the comms with them in the observation deck he and (Y/n) had more than enough time to talk about how they felt about each other and catch up about what they'd been up to during their time apart. Neither of them knew what it would be like to grow together as a couple and yet they were willing to learn; starting a relationship in the middle of a ten thousand year war wouldn't be easy but they would go through anything and everything together. (Y/n) shed a few tears of happiness while she rested against Thace, the feeling of love becoming so overwhelming for her that she could no longer hold them back. She felt loved and she wanted Thace to feel loved too since no one had ever loved him the same way she did, (Y/n) was determined to give him all the love he deserved, knowing he would do the same for her no matter what happened during their lives.
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Who do you look up to? (All the kids)
“Haru and Shiro…they’re strong but not forceful, if that makes any sense…” It’s a little mumble from Suzu
“Suzuki actually. She’s been through some shit and she’s still trying to push through and become someone amazing…” It’s a bit of a dreamy sigh from him, hm…
“Deku! Despite him not being my favorite hero, I really, really love the idea of being able to comfort afraid people with something as simple as a smile, but there’s also the aspect of him not being the only comfort like that. He puts a lot of emphasis on his fellow heros and their accomplishment so they can all be the greatest heros!” Miako smiles
“Hm…Hero’s like Red riot and Fat Gum, the ones who act as living shields for those who stand behind them. I wanna be that kind of hero…” Kiko gives a determined smile
Haru takes a while… “Most of the inhuman heros, really. Ryukyu and Sun Eater come to mind right now because their abilities seem so freaky and scary but they’re both using something scary to help people. Plus they’re really nice people and Sun Eater becomes wayyy less intimidating when you see him in an interview.” She chuckles
“S-sun Eater…” anxious boi looks up to the other anxious boi
“Hm…Nejire-chan! My quirk requires a lot of energy like hers, plus she managed to weapons every something that seems harmless like I can!” Kihyun chuckles a bit at the end
“Cloud 9. Can’t really say why though…” Akame shrugs
Tsuji shrugs, “I look up to lots of people, heros, friends and otherwise.”
“Yuri-he manages not to explode when compared to Dynamight.” Naomi chuckles, “but in all seriousness, I look up to Lemillion a lot, his quirk takes a lot of thought and seems really scary to use sometimes but he handles it all so well under such intense pressure, I find that amazing.”
He shoves Naomi for her answer and just- “…I’m not answering that.”
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 194
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Lance knew better than to turn to sex for emotional comfort, he told himself he did, and he still let himself get swept away by Keith’s overwhelming desire to confirm he was loved... and loved a lot.
Cuddled together, the emotional exhaustion had Keith falling asleep in his arms. The position uncomfortable for Lance, but he didn’t have it in his heart to move Keith. He loved him. He loved the soft puffs of breath that tickled his stomach. He loved the long dark strands of hair that had escaped Keith’s ponytail. He loved his warmth. He loved that this ego and Keith’s seemed to understand that they were crazy about each other, despite the clash in their scents. He’d never ever thought a vampire could love a werewolf. Not with the long going open hostility... but he loved Keith. Heck. His stubbornness over a proposal so soon into dating had faded. Keith could propose with a piece of used dental floss and fluff from under the bed and he’d still be over the moon.
Tolerating the pain in his hips, and his need for the bathroom, as long as he could, Lance had to move Keith off of him. His boyfriend trying to grab him as Lance moved his hand away and kissed his forehead
“Bathroom break”
Keith huffed unhappy about it. So terribly cute. Being a werewolf was wasted on his boyfriend. Not when he was an octopus when it came to cuddles
“I’ll be back in a moment”
Huffing, Keith let his arm drop, Lance escaping and grabbing his phone as he went.
Calling Shiro was a spare of the moment decision. He didn’t want to alarm him in the middle of the night, but he also wanted to give him the heads up on what they were doing. Sending a text first, he was done in the bathroom by the time his phone started ringing. Anxiety sent his stomach dropping. He hated how things were between him and Shiro. He’d said some cruel things, Shiro had said some cruel things. They both messed up, yet he seemed to be stuck on fear mode when talking to Keith’s brother. Sliding his thumb across the screen, Lance took a deep breath before moving his phone to his ear
“Lance?”
Oh god. He couldn’t go back now
“H-hey... Shiro. Sorry if you were sleeping”
“It’s the middle of the night”
Shiro sounded like he’d definitely been sleeping
“Sorry. Keith’s asleep and I wanted to give you the heads up. We’re going to visit his dad’s grave today. I thought I’d let you know in case he didn’t want to talk, or didn’t answer in chat”
“I thought you would have gone yesterday”
There was a kind of blame in Shiro’s voice... Lance didn’t blame him
“We were both tired, so we had a lazy day to let Keith build up to it”
“Okay. I see”
Well. This was awkward
“Yeah. We actually met a man who knew Keith’s dad and it rattled him. We didn’t tell him that he was talking to Keith, but this town wants to forget that fire and it’s hard on him”
“Of course it’s hard on him”
Shit. There was no reason for tears and yet his eyes were getting watery
“I’m sorry for calling. I just wanted to let you know what was going on. I’ll leave you to go back to sleep”
Shiro sighed deeply. There was no way he could know he’d upset Lance
“Is he okay. Is he eating?”
“Yeah. Yeah. He’s been eating, he hasn’t gotten angry or stormed off. He was a bit emotional tonight. Oh, can you bring some of his camera equipment? I think it’ll be a good distraction. We’re going to get a copy of the council records on the fire... so I want him to have something else to think about”
A stupid sniffle escaped. He wanted happiness for Keith...
“Lance...”
Nope. He had to hang up. He was going to start crying if he stayed on the phone
“I’m sorry, Shiro. I... have to go... I’m sorry”
Cutting the call as Shiro tried to reply, Lance left his phone in the bathroom. He didn’t want to go into the day in a down mood. Then again, he’d thought the same thing the previously and... well, ugh. He’d had fun with Keith, acting like they were children again. With Blue, having a sandpit at home wouldn’t work, but his mind was already planning a future family holiday to the beach where he’d bully Keith into making sandcastles with him. He’d have someone twin sit so he and Keith could have a proper day being dumb at the beach, then come home slightly sunburnt, and regretting things, but at the same time not because they’d had a lot of fun. Keith was his whole future. As Coran would say, they were soulmates. He really would gift Keith his whole being just to be lucky enough to call him his.
Crawling back into bed, Keith instantly drew him close for snuggling. Their positions now switched with Keith laying on his back and Lance laying half on top of him where he could fit. Yeah. He wanted to marry this guy... One day he’d marry the heck out of him, and Keith would marry the heck out of his right back.
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Keith didn’t try to hide his anxious mood as they got ready for the day ahead. He knew Lance was anxious as the vampire had tried to clean the hotel room, grumping that there was no vacuum cleaner to do the floors with. Sullen over breakfast, Lance covered for him. Smiling and thanking the waitress that brought their breakfast, smoothing things over while Keith sat slouched and glared at the world.
All too soon they were headed to the cemetery, Keith not really remembering the drive despite being the driver. Parking in the parking lot, his whole body shook. He wanted to flee. They were so close and he hated how much he wanted to flee. This was his dad. He shouldn’t have been as nervous as he was, but all of this left just as shaken as he’d been to learn to Lance was pregnant. His dad knew about the creatures of the night, and now he was turning up at his grave as one of those creatures.
Lance didn’t push him. He undid his belt, but waited until Keith was so cranky at himself for his cowardice and made a move of his own, before climbing out the bronco. The cemetery wasn’t like the one in Garrison. There were more weeds than grass. Sand skirted the edges of the area, with a few very old trees in place. It felt lonely. Not a place people would want to visit... and he’d left his dad laying there for all those years... Somehow it’d been easier to say goodbye to Mami than it was to face his dad. Mami being gone hadn’t been real until he’d seen her grave. There was no denying the proof thrust onto him. Moving to take his hand, Lance squeezed softly to tell him he was there for him. Keith wanted to pull his hand away, not feeling he deserved support after leaving his dad alone. Hearing the police officer from the previous night describe how much his father loved him had shaken him. Reminded him dangerous it was to fall in love. How freak accidents happened every day and the ones you loved were stolen away unfairly.
Wandering through the cemetery, it smelt... unnerving. Lance’s death scent was the kind of scent he wanted to roll in. The scent of the cemetery should have been the same. There was so much death there, which was logical, but this was a cold death. A fine layer of goosebumps covered his skin as he tried not to read the names of the people they passed. His dad should have been buried somewhere nice. Somewhere like in Platt with its rolling green lawns, or in Garrison where there was no chance of his resting place being disturbed. When Lance came to a stop, Keith didn’t get why until his eyes met the gravestone. His heart doing a flip as he realised just who they’d finally found.
“Jeong” “Joe” Steven Kogane”
The word seemed glaring almost on his senses. His dad was right there and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. Under his birthday and date of death read “A hero taken back to heaven”. No “beloved father of Keith”. No mention of him at all. Erased from his father’s grave felt as if his whole existence had been erased. He was “beloved”. He’d loved Keith and Keith loved him.
“Babe”
“I’m not there”
Lance tugged him close, Keith shaking
“Hey. Hey, it’s okay”
“I’m not there...”
“As unpleasant as it is, babe, and this is going to sound hard, but with no money to pay for the grave, I’m sure his friends put in for it. Some places charge a hundred dollars for each lead letter”
Pushing Lance away, his boyfriend stumbled but saved himself. Keith was mad Lance could reduce this to money, even if he was right
“So it’s okay for me to not be in there! I’m his son! I’m his son and they don’t even care! They forgot me! And you don’t care!”
Lance shot him a wounded look, taking a few deep breaths as he rubbed his stomach. He’d scared him. He’d scared him and he knew it. Why had he pushed him? That behaviour wasn’t okay... He was such a moron
“It’s not that I don’t care... I care. I love you and I care. You dad loved and he cared. We don’t know what they were thinking, but they were hurting too. You had your dad torn away from you. They had their friend torn away from them. I think it’s nice that they gave him a proper stone when he was laid to rest. People these days are so self centred it’s not something you’d expect to see. Anyway, you haven’t even introduced yourself to your dad, babe”
Keith flicked his gaze from Lance back to his father’s grave. He was showing his dad the wrong side of him... but he felt stupid standing there. He wanted Lance to take the initiative and introduce both of them... yet... He couldn’t keep running away
“Uh... um... Hi... dad... it’s me, Keith. I don’t know what to say. He’s not here...”
Lance moved back to his side
“You don’t have to say what you want to say out loud. Jeong... Joe... I’m Lance. I’m a vampire and I have the honour of dating your son Keith. He’s a total handful, but he’s a good man. We’ve had our ups and downs, but we’re here. I wish I could have met you. You’re going to be a grandfather to twins. Krolia’s excited about it all. Yes, she and Keith found each other again... I know you didn’t want to leave him, but I promise to love him as long as we both live. To make him happy. And to stay by his side for the rest of our lives. You fathered an amazing man...”
See. Lance was a million times better at this than him. Keith’s heart going funny as Lance sounded like he was all but proposing in front of his father
“Babe, you don’t have to be afraid of your father. He may not be here in spirit, but he’s always a part of you. You should tell him about you. And next time we come, we’ll bring flowers and tidy his grave up properly. Fuck... I was going to bring him a photo of the twins... Shit... I swore in front of your dad”
Keith mentally rolled his eyes at Lance swearing in front of his father... twice. That was more something he would do. He guessed he could try something more... He couldn’t really disappoint his father any more than he already had by pushing Lance
“Uh... yeah... Um... Lance is my boyfriend and he’s carrying my twins... and I... I’m a werewolf. Shiro... uh, he’s like my adopted brother without the paperwork, he um, had to have me turned to save my life... um... Lance... makes me really happy. I know you’d be disappointed that I... um... pushed him. I’m disappointed in myself too... I... I’m no good at this”
“Babe, you’re doing fine. You’re doing more than fine. You’re doing good. Do you want me to give you a moment?”
Keith shook his head. He couldn’t face this alone. He felt dumb and left alone would only make him storm off angry at himself
“No. Stay... please”
“Sure. You can tell him anything you want to say, but don’t... don’t feel like you have to rush into telling him everything. Your dad would be so happy to see you. He loved you and he was proud of you. That’s the important thing. And now we know where he is, we can come back and visit. We’ll bring the twins, and I’ll tell them about him. And you’ll tell them about him. Just because they’re gone, doesn’t mean we don’t love our parents any less. I miss Mami every single day. Whenever I need advice, it’s still imprinted on me to turn to her. It’s okay to not be okay about seeing your dad again, especially when life was so mean as to take him away when you were so young. But, babe. You’re not alone. I’m here. I know how much you have to say. You’ve said it all to me. It’s okay to tell him you love him and miss him”
If only it was that simple. He felt so unbelievably stupid. His dad wasn’t there. He couldn’t tell him face to face. He didn’t even know if they’d recovered a body...
“I don’t... I’m...”
“Babe, hey. You’re not stupid”
Keith ducked his head. He hadn’t realised he’d been venting out loud
“It doesn’t feel like he’s here”
“I know. I think humans starting erecting grave markers not only to show that someone was once alive, but to give you somewhere to go to talk to that person you miss. It’s like looking at picture and asking them “What do you think I should do?”. The picture can’t reply, but you think about that person when you’re looking at it. I know you have very few memories of your father. I know and it sucks. I’m hoping we can learn more by looking at the council records. I want you to know him. He wants you to know him. The time you spent together wasn’t wasted... that’s... kind of why I questioned that cop. I want you to know whatever there’s to know about your dad... and it was clear to everyone around at the time that you and your dad were tight. That he loved you. That he’d done all he could to be happy and make you safe and loved”
Keith of old wouldn’t have been convinced. He still wasn’t sure he was convinced and Lance wasn’t simply telling him what he wanted to hear. Yet, this pregnancy had changed him. He adored the twins. He already knew he’d do absolutely everything and anything for them. He never wanted them to feel the pain he’d gone through. He didn’t want them to be scared to ask for the things they wanted or needed. He didn’t want them not knowing him... Lance would tell them all about him, should something ever happen to him. He knew that. He’d spent so long angry that his father had left him. So many years were wasted with nowhere to direct that anger into anything other than destruction. But... if his father felt as he did, then he had been loved. He’d been loved and wanted. The last thing his father would have wanted was to leave him behind. Somehow he’d managed to survive, to survive long enough to meet the best man he could hope for to spend the rest of his life with. He wasn’t the same man who’d pulled a gun on Lance. The idea of it still made him feel like a total douche canoe. His father might not have approved... but maybe... maybe he didn’t need his approval... because Lance made him happy. He made him grateful to be alive in this world.
“I really love you, babe. I’m sorry I pushed you away. That was really uncool of me. You didn’t deserve it”
Lance immediately shook his head
“No. I’m okay. You’re all messed up inside and that’s understandable”
“It might be understandable, but that doesn’t make it okay. I love you. I love being with you... I... don’t want to hurt you. I want... to be the kind of boyfriend you’re proud of”
“Babe, you always make me proud. Even on the days you can’t find it in you to like, or even love yourself, I love you. I’m proud to be your boyfriend, and I’m thankful that I’m here with you, to meet your dad. I think he truly would have been proud of you. You’re hot headed and reckless, and you’re still grieving everything, but you’re so strong. You’re a good man. And the man I want to spend every day with for the rest of my life. I want to make you happy. I want to be the one who makes you laugh and smile. I want to shout out to the whole damn world that you’re mine. I wanna have kids and grow old ... older... with you. I wanna be there for the good and the bad and be your family as long as we both shall live”
Keith blushed. Lance shouldn’t be so kind and quick with his praise, his ego was lapping it all up, and he could almost feel it swelling inside of him in the literal sense of the word.
“I’ll never get used to you praising me when I’ve done nothing”
“You don’t have to do anything. You being you is all I could ever want”
Again, what Lance was saying was sounding dangerously close to a proposal. Keith knew he was overthinking things. Lance wanted to date for a while before considering making it all official on paper. He could wait. His ego might not be happy, but their love wasn’t any less without a ring on Lance’s pretty little finger. With his boyfriend’s praise, he could stand before his dad... maybe finally feeling a little less stupid about trying to talk to a grave stone than he had before. Holding Lance’s hand, he shook his head, trying to shake off his earlier stupidity
“Dad, this is Lance. He’s a vampire and I love him. We’re a family... we might not be the perfect family, especially when you think about everything, but he’s perfect to me. He... he’s... really all sorts of amazing. Mum... uh, um... Krolia... I met her again. She’s... weird. But I guess that’s okay... I... um, didn’t have the best life before, but things are better than they’ve ever been. I used to be into photography, but... um... lately I’ve been into Lance. Um... my brother, Shiro... I think you’d like him... he and his partner Curtis are going to come meet you... mum had worked. She’s still with Blade. We didn’t really get along but that’s better now... next time we come, we’ll clean up your grave... I still... can’t believe you’re right in front of me”
Lance let out a hum as Keith mentioned cleaning his dad’s grave. Keith automatically jumping to conclusions, and that conclusion was that Lance was thinking something
“What is it?”
“Huh?”
Scrunching his brow, Lance cocked his head at him
“You hummed...”
“Oh. I was thinking we should ask the council if we’re allowed to put up a little fence and make it look nice”
Where was Lance building this fence? And what did that have to do with his father’s grave?
“You want to build a fence?”
“Not a “fence” fence. But like a little border and we could put in a couple of cacti to give it some colour. I was just thinking it would be nice to show his resting place some love”
You could take the vampire out of the... something witty and to do with handyman antics, but you couldn’t take them out of the vampire
“Babe, you don’t have to do that”
“I want to. I want to make it look nice, so everyone knows he’s loved. And when the twins come, they’ll know it’s their grandfather’s grave and that he would have loved them very much”
“Wait... this is too much”
“Sorry. Sometimes I go off in my own head, which you know. I don’t mean to sound like I’m pressuring you. I mean, it is making an assumption and stuff. I just thought it’d be nice to come back to”
“You... want to come back?”
“He’s your dad. I think I’m going to make it a thing... but only if it’s okay with you”
They’d only just found his father again. This was a bit too much for him right now
“Can I think about it?”
“Of course. Sorry, I’m being overbearing. Okay. In the future I think it’d be nice to put something here, but for now we’ll pick up some nice flowers to bring back”
“Yeah. That’d be nice... I don’t even know where to start...”
Lance wanted to track down as much about his father as he could. It still felt kind of weird that Lance cared and wanted him to know about his dad... then again, Mami had filled Lance with so much love that Lance probably couldn’t help himself
“Then we’ll figure things out together. I’m sorry, I’ve got to sit for a bit. Will you be okay with having a few moments alone?”
Keith blinked. Then realised Lance wasn’t simply blushing, he was getting sunburnt...
“Yeah. I... I feel better about talking to him”
“You take your time. I’ll be waiting in the car. Please don’t rush because of me”
“I won’t... I mean, maybe a little”
Lance bumped him with his elbow
“Don’t be mean to your dad. He’s waited all this time. Make sure you have a good talk with him. I mean, how am I supposed to tell Mami I made you fuss too much? She’d kick my arse”
“Yeah. She would. I won’t be too long... because we’re coming back... right?”
“Yeah, babe. We’ll be back so many times he’ll be sick of us. I love you”
“I love you, too”
Lance left him with a kiss on the cheek. Keith needing a few moments to steady himself, before deciding maybe he could start with the easy stuff then work up to the really painful parts of his past. His dad loved him... he loved him and he had so much to tell him.
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Love After the Fact Chapter 68: Let’s Take a Walk
Lance and Keith spend a day together, enjoying Keith's birth quintant.
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Keith wakes up alone, which he doesn’t like because he’s been spoiled. Ears swiveling, he can hear Lance puttering about in the main room. Sighing, the Galra snuggles back into the blankets, not quite willing to surrender his current comfort.
A weight settles next to him. “Hey, beloved. Good morning.”
Keith’s eyes flutter back open, eyeing his spouse and the small pile in his lap. “Good morning. What’s all that?”
“Well, your mother told me that today is the quintant of your birth.”
“Oh. I kind of... forgot?”
“She said you might have. But rest assured, I will never forget. Get used to getting presents.”
“Are those the things you bought from Vrek and Ilun? Not much of a present if I know what it is.” It’s a tease, but judging by the quirk of a starlit eyebrow, it’s taken as a challenge.
“Oh, I think you’ll be delighted.” Smirking a little, Lance sits on the edge of the hanging bed, pushing it back and forth with his leg in a slow, swinging motion. “You are frustratingly indifferent to superficial things, so if you show interest in anything, I'm going to notice.”
Lance sets the pelts and the boxes in front of Keith, smiling. He runs a gentle hand through the young Galra’s hair. The Galra gazes up at his mate, endeared by his efforts. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now open your presents! I never get to give you presents!”
“I don’t know that you’ve ever tried to give me presents,” Keith murmurs, lifting the smaller box.
“Yes, because you never take an interest.”
“Not in anything you can get on Altea. It’s harder for me to get things from my own planet- Oh.” Keith’s eyes light up at the loose stones, amber, already polished. “Lance, these are beautiful.”
“I know you probably wanted finished pieces, but I figured we could give them to Vetroneius. Have them make something special for you. There’s plenty there.”
“You didn’t give the hunters enough for this while they were in town. How did you-” Keith’s amethyst eyes narrow, watching Lance squirm with guilt. “Did you trade all of your jewelry?”
“Everything I brought with me, except my belly button piece and my crown. But you’re right. You have so little from home, and I should have done something about that a long time ago.”
“I could have done something about it, too.” Keith smiles. “But thank you. I wonder if Vetroneius could make me some clothes in indigo. It would look nice with these, and be more like what nobility wears here.”
“I think that sounds wonderful. You’re a Prince of Altea, but you’re also Galra, and we shouldn’t ignore that. We should celebrate it. Now.” Lance claps his hands together, sets them on the other box. “This is the special present. For your birth quintant, which you didn’t tell me about. Because you’re the worst. But you’re also mine, and I love you, so I hope you like it.”
Keith chuckles, always charmed by Lance’s cheerful sense of humor. He opens the box. It’s a gold hair comb, an elegant, arcing spray of gold leaves, flowers, and tendrils adorned with small pieces of amber. “Oh, Lance. This is for me?”
“Yes, of course. You asked for it, remember? Well not this specifically, but when Ilun showed it to me… I thought you’d like it. And I wanted you to have something nice from home.”
“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” Keith brushes a loose lock of hair over his shoulder, trying not to show how moved he is, even as his throat tightens a bit. “I don’t even know what to say.”
He’s never had something like this. Everything he was given after Shiro brought him into the city were necessities: clothes, tools, weapons, armor- all the things a Galra needs to live on Daibazaal. Everything Vetroneius and their team make for him always feel impersonal. But this comb… Lance chose this from among many items because he thought Keith would like it.
And he does. It’s gorgeous, it’s something from home, and Lance chose it for him.
“You really like it?” the Altean asks, licking his lips nervously.
Keith pulls him into an embrace, touched. “I love it. Thank you.”
“You are so welcome, beloved.” Lance squeezes him tight, but then draws away. Far too soon, which Lance picks up on. He settles in a bit more, letting Keith climb into his lap.
“You should get me presents from home more often,” Keith murmurs. “I’m going to have Thace send some more vakalt pelts if any come in with a party. For our kit,” he explains. “Vakalt pelts are so soft and hold warmth very well. And they’re oddly good at holding scents, so we can make them smell like us. It’ll make our kit feel safer when they’re first born, especially if you and I have to work separately.”
“Of course. We’ll have to figure out a way to send currency of some kind.”
“He’ll just get them for us, and we’ll owe him a favor or two. Reciprocity is what keeps our society moving. I’m sure you’re charmed by the rural atmosphere, but the truth is so many of our resources, including medicine, electric heat, comms devices, and stuff like that, are given to the military. We’re left with nothing more than what you’ve seen.”
“Your resources are spread quite thin, huh?”
“Not thin. Uneven. It frustrates Lotor to no end. He hasn’t mentioned it to you I don’t think, but his relationship with his father is strained because of it.” Keith rests his head on Lance’s shoulder, admiring his gifts, running the soft fur of the pelts beneath his fingers. Lance does the same, mimicking Keith’s motions, working his scent into the fur.
“Hm, a progressive young adult not getting along with their father? I never would have thought- Come here.”
The Altean wraps an arm around Keith’s still slender waist, kisses him soundly. Keith purrs, wraps his tail around Lance’s ankle as Lance licks into his mouth.
“Lance, we-” Keith lets Lance kiss past his words. “We have stuff to do.”
“We actually don't- Hm. I just have the most beautiful spouse ever, and I love him an awful lot. I just can’t help myself.” Lance’s blue and pink eyes look him up and down, Keith suddenly anxious beneath his gaze.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just- You’re different. I see it quite suddenly now.” Lance reaches up, brushes hair out of Keith’s eyes. “Taller, broader shoulders, like you said. Still quiet… But a more confident kind of quiet.”
“Do you like it?” Keith murmurs, pressing their brows together, letting his eyes flutter closed.
“You’re perfect. You’ve always been perfect. You'll always be perfect.” Lance brushes a thumb over Keith’s cheek. “Now come on. Get moving, before I keep you here all day.”
“I have concerns about your impulse control.”
“Oh, Ancients, me too. Go take your bath while I cook breakfast.” Lance kisses his cheek, flits outside.
Keith smiles, resting his head on his knees, tail thumping against the bed. He spies BleepBloop running after Lance, no doubt hoping for an offering. A buzzing sound fills Keith’s ears. His datapad. A glance reveals it’s his mother, probably calling to congratulate him on his birth quintant. Keith licks his lips, glances after Lance, declines the call. He doesn’t want to speak to his mother right now. The words he needs to say to her are ugly, and will be unpleasant for them both. Now isn’t the time.
“I want to go foraging,” Keith declares later, pushing away his bowl. “Will you come with me?”
“Of course!” Lance leaps up, heading outside to clean the bowls with sand the way Keith showed him last night. “Will you show me some things?”
“Sure. come on.”
Lance is not difficult to entertain. It’s one of the things Keith loves most about him. The Altean prince finds pleasure in the simplest things. Hence, they spend the morning wandering about the forest, Lance exploring, Keith enjoying being back on his home turf.
“What’s this?”
“A lichen.”
“What’s it do?”
“Grow?”
“Worst field trip ever, beloved.” Lance giggles, nose wrinkling with the playful quip.
“Uh… I used to put it around my garden to keep bugs away?”
“Amazing!” Lance squeals, gazing delighted at a clump of bright blue lichen clinging to a branch. Keith shakes his head, biting his lip against a smile of his own as he bends down to harvest some herbs from a log.
They spend most of the quintant in the forest. Keith shows him the trees and the shrubs, what plants he used to make medicine when he felt sick, or when his bones hurt, or when he was injured and got an infection. Keith shows Lance how to dig for yaro root at the lake's edge, and harvest nuts and fruits from the trees. He shows him how to find insects to roast on a fire, and how to eat them. He shows him how to make fire.
“I never expected to see my Altean mate sitting on the bare ground, eating a ten-legged terror.”
Lance rips off another crunchy leg, leaving only three attached to a lumpy bug body. “It tastes good. I’ve never eaten a bug before.”
“Tourist.” Keith munches on his own terrors. He’s trying to store up some extra nutrients before his season, in the hopes it might increase his chances of a successful pregnancy. He doesn’t trust his body in the slightest. It demands more than it should already.
“You okay?” Lance asks as they finish up, nibbling on the last of his fruit.
“I’m just thinking?”
“About?”
“Lots of things.” Keith glances up, watching BleepBloop leap through the trees. “My kittenhood.”
“Any good memories?”
“TreeTrunks teaching me how to hunt bugs. That was good.”
“TreeTrunks?”
“BleepBloop’s mom. She died when my dad did, but she helped raise me, in a weird way.” Keith slips his hand into Lance’s. “I learned to hear what she heard, see what she saw. Watching her, I learned what sounds to be afraid of and what sounds meant food. I owe my life to her.”
“Maybe BleepBloop can teach our kids some skills too, huh? We should bring them back here. You can teach them about where they come from.”
“Yeah. Yeah, we should. I think they'd love it out here.”
Later in the day, Keith takes Lance out of the forest, back onto the tundra. They make a campfire under the stars, cook fish and vegetables on sticks. As the typical cold of sunset begins to bite, Lance bundles up in their cloaks with BleepBloop in his lap, watching Keith kick dirt on the fire. Once Keith determines that he's not going to burn down the tundra, he snuggles into Lance's cloak bundle, purring softly. It seems Lance is never going to get over that; he loves hearing that sound, knowing it means Keith is happy.
They sit in the black night, and Keith turns his eyes to the sky.
“I was born on this quintant two centaphoebs ago. I would have remembered it now.”
“How?”
“Look up.”
Lance looks up, expecting to see stars, and instead seeing a huge expanse of pitch black blocking them out. “Mom says that on the day I was born, the moons were new at the same time. That only happens once every centaphoeb. Down here, planetside, quintants all tend to bleed together. Birth quintants tend to be forgotten. But once every cetaphoeb, I know exactly how old I am.”
Lance stares up at the vast blackness. It’s frightening, almost, gazing at nothing where there should be stars. He hadn’t noticed the increasing darkness. He’s spent most nights huddled in their bed, fighting off the biting cold of Daibazaani nights. "Ancients."
“It was scary… Last time it happened. I was all alone, and it was so dark. When the moons are both new, none of the lizards glow, and the gleam blossoms close, so there was literally no light. I couldn’t even see. My eyes are stronger now, because I’m older, but back then… It was like I was blind.”
“That must have been awful.” Lance finds Keith’s cold-bitten hand, squeezes it tight.
“Yeah. I was still really small. Way smaller than I am now, even. I was the perfect snack for a lot of forest predators. Gintars in particular were always coming around trying to sniff me out.”
“And what’s a gintar?”
“A gintar is an eight-legged serpent with weirdly soft, wrinkly skin. Like they should have hair, but don’t.”
“That sounds… so gross.”
“Creepy and gross. All the legs are like, just behind their weird triangle heads and then they’re just tail.”
“Nasty! Ew! Why does that exist?”
“I have no idea. I wish they didn’t.” Keith sighs, staring up at the distinct blackness that commemorates his birth. “Twenty decaphoebs. Two centaphoebs. I can’t believe it.”
“You’re so old,” Lance teases. “I’m married to an old man.”
“Shut up!” Keith jabs an elbow into his mate, laughing. “I’m not that much older!”
“About thirteen phoebs. So no, not that much older. Old enough for me to tease you.” Lance shivers. “It’s freezing out here.”
“Is that your way of saying you’re ready to go in?”
“Kind of? Yes. The sky is creepy. Awesome, but a little disturbing.”
“Agreed. You should make a light for us so we can get back,” Keith whispers, just a touch closer to Lance’s ear than necessary.
“O-Okay.” Lance makes a werelight in record time, a pale light in the black of the hovering abyss. The Altean beams, scales glowing in the dark, Keith’s amber-gleaming eyes shining back. “There you are.”
“Here we are,” Keith murmurs, smiling, tipping their foreheads together. “Thank you for today. It’s been… forever since my birth was celebrated. I’m glad I got to share it with you.”
“Me too, beloved.” Lance’s smile is one of the sweetest Keith’s ever beheld. The Altean lays a hand against his cheek, and Keith leans into it with a sigh, purring with affection.
Walking back, arms around each other, cloaks over their shoulders, the two laugh and carry on, tripping over each other’s feet before tumbling into bed. Lance makes a playful quip, kissing Keith’s cheek. Keith teases back. They laugh, fingers in hair, in fur, tracing over skin and scales. Lips on lips. For Keith, it’s the beginning of another decaphoeb. For them both, it’s the beginning of everything.
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Director’s Commentary- Lovesick Side Effects, Lance talks with Shiro when they first meet
Let’s goooo
The tension thickened exponentially.
“You know, Keith never brought anyone else to meet us,” Shiro said, his eyes on what was left of his burger. “Not even Roland. So you must be special.” His eyes finally shifted to meet Lance’s. “In case that’s what made you panic just now.”
“Oh. Uh. No, not… that. But thank you.” Shiro raised an eyebrow. “I know we’re in a weird spot right now. At least to other people. But that’s working right now, and… when Adam said… that, I mean I know he was kidding but-”
“You love Keith?” Shiro asked, suspicion dripping in every word. To kind of explain, Shiro thought that Lance was freaking out because he was gonna tell Keith he loved him separately or something, and here, Shiro is like you gotta be shitting me, you’re not in love with him and if you think you are, you’re too stupid and naive to be with him in a decent relationship.
“N-no! No, I…. I don’t, but I don’t want that to seem like a bad thing either. I mean how do you say, No I don’t love you, and not sound like a jerk? And it’s just showing me how much we still have to talk about, but things have been good without talking about them, and I’m scared things will get ruined if we do.” He ran a hand through his hair and looked at Shiro, feeling panic seize his heart with the analytical gaze he was being given. In my head, Shiro was kind of gauging the kind of guy Lance was based off his reaction and how he carries himself without Keith beside him. “I like Keith. A lot. And I know he’s gone through shit, I know Roland was an asshole, I know he might still find it hard to believe I’m sticking around, I know it’s weird that he’s the first guy I’ve felt this much for, I know. Lance assumes that no one thinks he’s genuine because Keith is the first guy he’s in a relationship with. He assumes Shiro also thinks Lance is full of shit and will disappear when he realizes he’s straight. But… I really do like him. I know what it’s like to be suspicious, Shiro, I know what it’s like to find out later you should’ve never let your guard down. This is an allusion to what Veronica went through. Lance blames himself for that a lot. I won’t blame you if you never really like me or if you never fully trust me. I don’t know how this is gonna turn out. I just know I want it to be a good thing. Right now though, I don’t have all the answers.” This was a VERY mature and self-aware thing for Lance to admit, and it put him wayyyyy ahead in Shiro’s book.
Shiro stayed quiet for a moment. A very long moment. Lance half expected Keith and Adam to get back, but Keith was still sniping at him near the gate, the bickering covered by the music.
Then Shiro said, “Keith hates pictures.” Lance furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him. Shiro just nodded and shrugged. “Always has. He never let my parents take his picture. He barely allowed one the day he graduated high school. He only sometimes takes a selfie, and it’s usually if it’s been a really good day or if he’s drunk. I have a total of ten pictures with him over the years.”
Lance didn’t know what to say. It was such a random fact. Lance had finally blurted out all of his thoughts to him, and Shiro was… responding by talking about pictures.
“When you guys came back from the carnival and I heard him asking about some pictures…. I couldn’t really believe it. Then you guys left and… I looked in his room. And there they were. Pictures with you. And he was smiling and laughing and….” You guys know how I’ve mentioned Keith was jealous of Adam because he sort of stole Shiro away when they were just getting to bond as brothers? Well. Shiro is feeling that same jealousy with Lance. I think there’s a part a little before this section where Shiro is kind of annoyed at Lance because Lance makes a comment about the way Keith likes something and for Shiro it was a moment of “Since when do you know my little brother like this? You don’t know him better than me, you’re still new.” And the pictures thing is what started that. Shiro scoffed and smiled. “You make him happy, Lance. I’ve noticed that much since you guys became a thing, whatever you want to call it. Keith’s gotten swept up in his own emotions before, but he’s never gone to these lengths. I don’t know if his wariness helped him out this time around, or if you’re just that good at getting through to him, but I know that this is the happiest I’ve seen Keith with someone. Even if he’s still careful about it. I also think you’ll find you’re similar to him in how slow you want to take this whole thing.” By now, and because of what Lance said earlier, Shiro is kind of... relenting. He’s realized now that this is for real, it’s gonna go somewhere, and.. he’s okay with that because of Lance and because of the way Keith has reacted. Shiro glanced over where Keith and Adam were walking by, still mumbling to each other. His voice lowered. “If it’s any consolation, I do like you. But like you said, I might still be wary of you.”
Lance scoffed and smiled nervously. It was… more than he had expected, really. Keith sat back down, still not looking at Lance. Adam continued eating his burger. Shiro seemed to be trying to gauge both of them.
Lance had no idea what Keith was thinking at that moment. He didn’t know what he’d told Adam or if there was something he wanted to hear from Lance. He did know that Keith seemed anxious with the way his shoulders hunched up and his body seemed to be trying to shrink into itself. He had that brooding expression, but Lance could see the nervousness gnawing at him in the way his eyes refused to settle on one thing. I imagined Keith and Adam separated to talk and Adam pointed out how he was just doing what Keith did to him, and kind of... having a moment to apologize and recognize that. Then getting Adam to settle down and ease up.
While Shiro tried to steer the conversation back to something normal, Lance took Keith’s hand in his own and held it tightly. The touch startled Keith at first, but with the certainty of Lance’s grasp, Keith finally looked at him. Fear swam in his eyes, and Lance could see it dissipating as a smile slowly began to tug at his lips. Slowly, his body relaxed. Comfort! Comfort!!!
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